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Not Alone: Part Two

Posted by JustNotNormal from Cardiff - Published on 24/06/2013 at 10:13
1 comments » - Tagged as Creative Writing

  • Not Alone 2

I'm kind of making this up as I go along, so sorry if it seems a bit random in places...

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After breakfast, Jacob leaves through the back door to go to the fields.

He and some of the other boys have been trying to save what they can of the crops, so that we might not starve to death.

Recently, some of the less barbaric soldiers have been warning us of an oncoming attack, but we have no way to protect ourselves.

Tensions are running high, and I haven't seen any children outside for weeks. I leave through the back door and walk down to the field. On the way, I see soldiers building things out of metal and plastic sheets. I hurry past them, before they spot me. In the field, about ten people, mostly children, are digging the ground. I spot Jacob and walk over to him.

"What do you think those soldiers are doing?" I ask. He puts his shovel down and stands up, stretching his back.

"I don't know. Building shelters maybe? The spare shovels are over there." He points to the corner of the field. I get a shovel and start to dig, trying to force the feeling that something terrible is going to happen out of my mind.

The next morning, I wake up and put on my favourite white dress that I bought in the town a long time ago. I make myself, Jacob and our mother some breakfast and eat mine. I decide to go to school (if you can call it a school anymore. It is held by an old teacher in their house down the road), so I make myself a small lunch to take with me, and set off, wary of any soldiers lurking around the corners of the narrow twisting road.

Not wary enough, it seems. Two of them stand in the doorway of the school, watching as I walk towards them.

"What are you doing out?" One of them asks in a deep, growling voice.

I turn to run, but one grabs my arm. I twist in his grip, watching helplessly as he takes a gun out of his belt.

"No!" I shout.

He lifts it and points it at my head. Suddenly there is a roaring overhead. The grip on my arm releases as the soldiers look up. An enormous plane, pitch black and terrifying, surges overhead.

The two soldiers turn and run towards their field of tents, and I follow them, running into the fields of long grass that haven't been farmed for years. I turn just as something black drops from the plane, landing in the street. With a deafening bang, the whole street goes up in flames, including my house.

My mother was in that house.

An agonised moan escapes me. At least Jacob was in the field, but what if bombs drop there next? I look up at the plane. It is swooping towards the field of tents, very close to me. I break into a staggering run, trying to save myself. Another bomb falls from the plane, onto the field. I dive onto the ground shielding my head, then get up after I hear another deafening explosion, running further into the field, which is catching fire behind me.

I run for as long as I can, until I can no longer see the burning remains of my home, and all that surrounds me is grass as far as the eye can see. I fall to the ground, gasping for breath, and the last thought that enters my mind is a flashed image of my brother before the darkness clouds my vision and I close my eyes.

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Commented 35 months ago - 24th June 2013 - 15:55pm

Soooooo good :)

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