Emani Lawson
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Green Day
The sun was blinding, almost as if an artist had dropped a splatter of white paint on the otherwise bleak canvas. The world had practically been washed away, it had left the grass a dirty brown color rather than the vibrant green it once was, trees barely stood anymore-if they did, they were dead rotting corpses, shells of the nature that used to fill the land. A flashing green light had gone off one day and the world had been plunged into chaos, nobody knew where the fateful light came from and nobody knew how it had been triggered-but that didn’t matter anymore, resources were scarce and humanity had been destroyed-at least that is how it seemed to nineteen-year-old Nathaniel, and six-year-old Chloe. “Where are we going?” Chloe asked, wrapping her fingers through Nathaniel’s, squeezing his hand for a sense of comfort. “I’m not entirely sure.” Nathaniel responded, looking around warily. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the last few days, the dirt ground didn’t make the most comfortable surface to nap on. Chloe seemed to have an ample amount of energy no matter how far they traveled or how little sleep they got. Nathaniel knew they were still in the city they grew up in from the half-destroyed road signs that marked the sides of the dirt paths which had once been major motorways or main roads. Everything seemed so bleak now, there wasn’t a morsel of hope left in their world. They hadn’t seen another living person in weeks-the last one they saw looked like something out of a zombie apocalypse movie-he was wandering around staring at nothingness, he seemed to look straight through them- as if they were just ghosts in the wind. Nathaniel wouldn’t let them end up like that, this horrific plague-like environment would have to kill them before he let them turn into zombies. They stumbled down the dirt road, Nathaniel’s legs ached in a protest-every inch of his calf muscle screamed for him to stop for a moment but they needed to power on. They needed to find some sort of humanity, he refused to give up hope that they would someday find a group of people that would help them. He had no idea where his parents had disappeared to but he doubted they were alive, he didn’t have the heart to tell Chloe that her parents may be dead so he told her they were on a journey to find them and that’s why they couldn’t slow down. “Nathaniel.” Chloe said in a quizzical tone, he knew another question was coming-she asked about a hundred questions a day, and while he would normally snap at her for asking so much, he understood why she was so curious-she was only six and this was all rather over whelming. “Where are mum and dad?” Nathaniel felt his heart shatter, little fractures crept around the edges and squeezed It until he felt a pang of pain and sympathy. He didn’t know how to answer that question
By Emani Lawson 4 years ago in Fiction
Rememberance
Jessica stared out at the marigold field in front of her and took in the beautiful array of colours. They were vibrant, gorgeous and completely heart halting. Hues of yellow, orange, and red littered the field like they dominated it…she inhaled deeply and felt the warm summer breeze carry the scent of the flowers into her nostrils. She came here every year, the same date, the same time- September the eleventh-1:45pm. Most people knew that as the date and time when the planes struck the towers…when countless lives were lost to a merciless terrorist attack. But Jessica knew that specific date as the time she lost her mother. Her mother worked in the building that was struck down first, she did something to do with the reception-looking back on it Jessica couldn’t remember exactly what she did, she wished she had, she wished she could go back in time and find out every little detail of her mothers life, learn every line and crevice on her face-she just wanted to memorise as much as she could. However, as she sat among the marigold flowers, tears clouded her eyes and the realisation hit her that she couldn’t go back, she couldn’t remember what her mother looked like, or the way her hair smelt after a shower…she couldn’t remember the sound of her laugh or her voice and she couldn’t remember when she last spoke to her. Jessica was always told how painful it was to lose someone that close to you, the absence of their soul will be an absence of your own as if part of their heart was also part of yours-but it wasn’t just that, it wasn’t just the feeling of loss, of pure destruction. But also the disappearance of memories that other children held so dear-the memories of opening presents on Christmas morning or walks in the forest as a family, or even completely meaningless memories that nobody really cared for until it was too late -like that one conversation you had before school on a Tuesday morning, or when you got your first boyfriend and your mother was more excited than you were. All of these things seemed pointless to remember at the time, but now her mother was gone she realised every memory and every morsel of her being ached for her mothers arms once again, wished that her mother was next to her, rubbing her head and telling her everything was going to be alright. Jessica heard a cracking of a twig behind her, she turned to see a short girl, her skin was deep mahogany and her afro was wild and crazy as always, she felt a smile bloom across her face at the sight of her best and longest friend-Kiarah.
By Emani Lawson 4 years ago in Fiction
