Heya guys!!
Iām so sorry for the MONTHS of silence. Iāve had a lot going on. Uni and life stuffā¦ Thatās for another post! I calculated if whether or not I should post this, Iām very conscious about my writing, especially to strangers ahah.
I guess I should tell you guys about this guy, Globe Man. Heās a villain of course. Traps people in globes š® - like that one. Pretty cool. The Protagonist - is my hero obviously - Zephyr. But Iāve written this piece as a thought. So, itās in first person. I won't say anything else cause I donāt want to spoil it for you guys š.
(P.S. itās only ~500 words cause that was the assignment prerequisites.)
Hope you enjoy xxx
24th September 2041
508 days. Itās been that long. Iām sure time moves differently in here; I have not aged. I wake up every day in my house that is not my home. I go into a city with no people. A ghost town. I go to my usual spots, the airport, the beach, the caryard and the border. I fly into the sky and land at the airport. I swim, I swim for so long my body screams in pain. I swim for so long, but yet my feet touch dry sand. I drive for miles. Iām back at the caryard. At the boarder I run dangerously fast, I run so fast, so long, my sneakers smell of burning plastic. Iām back at the border.
I donāt cry anymore, I donāt talk anymore, I donāt even scream. Whatās the point? No one is here, no one can hear me. Everything isā¦ pristine. Iām trapped in a prison. I go back to my house; read the same only book I can find. Iāve read it for the past 508 days. I turn on the TV and listen to the static, that is what Iāve been calling music for the past 508 days. There is no reception. I go to bed, wishing for the 508th time that when I wake up, Iām in my own home, in my own town.
25th September 2041
509 days. Iām still stuck here. Iām worried; has it been 509 days outside of this hell? People need me. I did my usual spotsā¦ nothing. I go to the twentieth house to raid for food and any sneaker thatāll fit. I have already cleaned out the supermarkets and sports stores. Thereās only going to be so many houses, convinced Iām going to die here, alone. Funny thing about survival is that youāll learn to eat the food you donāt like. I go back to my house that feels different. I read the book for the 509th time. Listen to TV static while I eat my food. I go to bed, wishing, not praying, because what God would do this? There is no God. I thought I was a God. I wish that when I wake up, Iām in my own home, in my own town.
26th September 2041
510 days. I wake up feeling more like myself, I have my āenergyā back, coursing through my veins. I hear birds chirping. I leap out of bed to see birds perched on a branch out my bedroom window. I bolt outside, I see an anthill, I see two squirrels playing, pigeons flying through the sky. Thereās life. I run and I check every house. Still no people. I feel more like myself, more alive. I havenāt been able to use my gift since I woke up here. But I know I can. I stand and look up. A clear blue sky, I clench my fist so hard my nails dig into me. I centre my breathing, concentrating. I jump and I fall. I jump and fly higher than my house, I fall. This is it; I know it is. I give everything I have and jump! Iām flying, I had my wings clipped for 510 days. A fly so fast the wind hurts my ears, I fly up higher into the sky. Iām going to be free; I know it! DONGGG. I come crashing down. I leave a hole in the pavement the shape of my body. Oh, my, God, how could I be so stupid. All this time, Iāve been trapped. Trapped by the Globe Man.
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