The lone rider

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
The lone rider is about a kid who is forced to travel the world searching...

Submitted: April 27, 2010

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The days that passed were a blur the sun rose fell and was extinguished. The tears of my eyes did not drop, the smell of the sand I did not comprehend. But in spite of all of this the love of my heart stayed put like a body part. I needed it to know that I was alive that at least some part of me was human. That in spite of the terrors of my past present and future I was strong and had something worth fighting for. Lucy did not believe in fate. Lucy the one and only person in my life who I thought was alive. A beautiful girl, kind person. Lucy my sister was not a believer. Did that make the odds against her favor or did she have the will to live. Only a select few survived. I was chosen. Chosen to live like I’ve never lived before.

Monday 1st January A day that should not be noted in history if it wasn’t for the twisted winds of fate. A day when 5 ½ billion people died. Because they didn’t believe. Did I have hope for my sister ?

Tuseday 2nd January A day that should be noted in my history. But I did not have my birthday. It didn’t happen.

The blast of the earth was a tremor of enormous proportions. The breath of wind that up rooted me till I could no longer rasp a breath out of my dust filled lungs, knocked me out. I woke up in a place with a light show like no other. But not one of my own I’m sure, one for billions of people. But I could not see a soul. To my left a bottle that I had when I was seven filled with a turquoise liquid and to my right a single camel. And the urge to search overwhelmed me. I felt my way on to the camel and found I was a natural. The camel moved at the slightest touch and seemed to know what I wanted. And sometimes it felt hard and cold like it wasn’t a camel at all…

My family I grieved. But did not have hope, their scientific brains where above reason for faith or fate. But I believed in Lucy she would survive.

The journey had no answer I did not understand how I had ended up in an endless stretch of desert beyond hope of rescue. My body heaved and grieved over and over again craving water. But no water : mirages or not : met my eyes. I could not bring myself to drink the turquoise liquid in my bottle. Something about it gave me the creeps as if it was the end of something as if my whole life came down to this unknown substance. The beast did not tire. I had one crazy wish that I had humps. It would be so much easier.

The desert was endless every molecule looked the same as if someone had deliberately designed it like that to drive me crazy.

I caved. The endless blue turquoise swirled in the container. It seemed as endless as this desert. So I gulped and gulped. Trying to ignore how glorious it felt how lovely and warm. I wanted punishment. I ‘d let my sister die.

When my eyes opened again I was in a white place. White. White. White. And there she was. My sister somehow beneath me. Ash all over her terror stricken face. My heart was shattered. And then I heard a voice that was like no other.

“ Understand Connor, understand” And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The wind. The light show the way I shared it with billions of people : who should be dead.

Only a select few survived. I was chosen. Chosen to live like I’ve never lived before. To miss my Birthday. To ride a camel that was not a camel.

Monday 1st Was it the winds of fate I don’t know All I know is my sisters alive for having faith that noon eels could see. A day to be noted? Yes .

Monday 1st January 2010 the day I died.


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