Desolite Teaser

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A simple short story I sat down and wrote that depicts a conflict over a lone preteen girl wandering alone as the last survivor in a post apocalyptic world.

Submitted: November 11, 2012

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The emptiness that is held inside equals the barren land surrounding her.  In over fifteen years of travel, she has yet to see a single place that is different. She has yet to find a place that is untouched by the death and sorrow that has engulfed the world and blanketed it in darkness. All around her she sees the world, sprinkled with bodies, skeletons, fire, brimstone, and grotesque carcasses. How could such a world exist? How could she simply ignore the world and let it turn to ash and despair? She has no reason to restore the world to what it was. The ability and capacity to do so in her possession, and yet she simply ignores this alternative. Many would wonder why, but cannot as there are no others. She is alone in the world, with nothing left in the world to judge her or condemn her choices. But here the world has come to such a tragic finale. The world has gone dark, the sun burning out, the societies and nations slaughtered.

How could there be such sorrow? There is no sorrow! There is no one to behold the sorrow that is here. There is only she, and she cannot behold sorrow. Her heart is blackened and cold from her actions. Some would see her as the angel of death, but is she really?

Of course she isn’t! She couldn’t be such a monster because she had no intention. It was a mistake, a fluke, she did not intend for such a bleak world to be born.

She holds the potential to save the world and restore it but does not exploit it! She is a traitor of humanity, and defies her purpose by living. Her life is not natural and she seeks to end all life. What shame, she is a failure in a world of only her.

She is not of failure! She is of greatness, unexplored greatness that is waiting to blossom: a seed in the soil of destiny that requires the catalyst to start the cycle.  The world without her would not be empty but doomed. She gives it hope, potential. Her actions will save them.

Save who? There are none left to save! The world is empty and she is to blame.  She could have stopped it, she is the key, the fate of the world on her shoulders and she failed.

She is just a child, a mere 13! How could one expect her to do much more than what was done. She couldn’t have stopped it nor is she capable of restoring it yet. Give her time, she will learn and find the way. She has no choice but to find her way, but in a world of a million endless paths none is certain to be traversed.

Foolishness! The world is better off without her. The hope she hold is wasted; the hope that cannot be fulfilled and so is pseudo.  It can be no other than a waste. It is only a matter of time before she meets her timeless end. Ra’s days are numbered and thus so are hers. The stronghold of death embraces her.

Alas, Faith is the stronghold that is held close. She holds faith that things can return, but she doesn’t know she is the faith that is needed. She is the faith the world craves and desires to save it all, and therefore is the only hope. In a world such as this, all there is to hold close is hope.

There are none to hope but her! And her hope is futile in all senses of the word. How could one such as her hold hope and faith? She can hardly contain her own reality, she can hardly stay tethered to this world or this dimension, and yet there is to be hope? Impossible for there to be a shard of hope as in a vast desert a thousand kilometers wide and a thousand kilometers deep it is her hope that is a single grain of sand. There is no hope, and the hope dies soon.

If the hope dies soon then all is lost, perhaps there is another? Another in the world is who she seeks; perhaps if there is one she will be able to find even more hope, and restore the world.  Soon it shall be told if there is another. The die shall be cast, and the future shall be tossed to the wind.


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