The world, now barren and seemingly abandoned, is a dangerous place to exist. The entire planet; ravaged, looted, and harvested in just under a week, left with barely scraps of resources. Humanity never would have been able to predict just how fast an advanced extraterrestrial race could destroy everything they had worked so hard to achieve. The aliens came in thousands, their ships cloaked with camouflage, appeared on the 16th of January in 2022. They took everything from technology to livestock, and even some humans. The sunrise of the 23rd of January 2022, it was as if they vanished, leaving only the rubble of their destructive harvest. There is no telling just what all is left out there, and humanity has all but given up hope, but the world, will never be the same again.
July 14th~ Jake's retelling of events in memorial of Ami.
"Ami was a wonderful soul, too young to have been caught in this awful mess. I remember the day we met, their bright blue eyes, the way they glimmered at this pendant... the way it glimmered back in the low light of the dimming sunset..."
-The scene transitions into Jakes memory of that day-
"Ami.. you can't stare at that thing your whole life, we've got to get going, it's getting dark."
Ami breaks their gaze from the heart shaped locket with a wide eyed smile, and focuses upon Jake's restless face. "Oh, Jake, it really is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! Where in this world did you find such a beautiful piece of jewelry! It's truly encaptivating!"
"Well, if you must know, it was my mothers. Come, we must get going, we can discuss it further as we walk, it's not safe here. The scalpers will be roaming all over these parts in just under an hour. If we don't dilly-dally, we can make it to the water tower by moonrise."
Ami chuckles and rests their necklace upon their scarred chest, briefly remembering a time before the crisis. Wiping their teary eyes, they nod to Jake, and once again begin their seemingly neverending nightmare of a trek.
Jake, grasping Ami's hand firmly, and with an eager demeanor in his tone, boldy instructs them to run. "The story of the necklace will have to wait! We've been spotted! The water tower! Run!!!"
-Scene transition back to Jake at memorial-
"And.. that was the last time I saw them. We made it to the water tower, I.. I told them to climb it and.." Jake continues on, voice trembling, tears streaming down his face. "and.. we made it.. halfway. They knew we were too late, and dropped the pendant into my hood. With diamonds in their eyes, I watched as they got ripped from the ladder with a harpoon. Those scalpers harvested her like the aliens did to our world, right before my eyes.. I barely even knew them.. but the way Ami's eyes sparkled, I knew I had to reach out and find someone who may have knew them. I drew a sketch of them and placed it in this locket. Is there anyone here, who may have known them?"
A brief moment passed before a young woman stood up, bawling her eyes out, she approached Jake. "Yes. Ami was my lover, we had been seperated from eachother sometime in June, and promised eachother we'd meet here should we ever be split apart."
Without hesitation, Jake places the heart shaped locket around the womans neck, and then turns to the crowd. "This, it has to stop. We must fight back against the scalpers! How many innocent lives have been lost to them, how many more will it take before you people realize we have to take a stand! We may have lost everything some time ago, but hope, it is not lost! We can rebuild, and live in peace, but we need to first stop these scum. I'm rallying together a militia, who's with me?!"
SCENE ENDS
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Think back to the last time you were out under a clear sky, fully lit by a dazzling array of stars. Imagine yourself looking into the celestial night, with the power to make a single wish. Allow your spirit to ascend into the darkness of the sky, and spark iridescently to life, fulfilling the inner most desires of the soul. Where would you go? Who would you become? What would you change, or choose to accomplish? Would you wish for good? Would you wish for bad? These questions may make even the wisest of humanity hesitate. For me, however, now more than ever, I know exactly what I would wish for, who I'd become, who I already am... or would be, in a perfect world. Prince Luminos Cosmix, Is my alter ego, We are a philosophical hero, A dreamer who looks to the stars, a writer that has began creating an entire universe around my identity through the way my imagination warps the world. A poet that speaks from the heart, a musician/dancer that with a little guidance could help bring the tides of change, an artist with a vision, designer of a Royal Cosmixian clothing line, a philanthropist to the less fortunate, a mentor to generations to come, an activest for a green future, A Prince looking to lead the people of this earth to metephorical kingdoms among the stars. My ambitions are exuberant, my imagination is vivid, and I'm just a 23 year old with a hopeful dream, but I know my future is bright, and one day not only will I thrive in my self made fairytale, I will be a legend who's story is spread among the stars. The path to distant galaxies won't be easy, as a dreamer such as myself can get lost drifting through space if allowed to wander too long in their imagination, therefore, the pressure is setting in. The time to act upon my dreams has risen, as will I. With the proper tools, such as Memberful, My vision will be transformed into a reality. The show I'm writing, "The Stars Have Fallen", will be animated, voiced, and brought to life, along with books, comics, and interactive (perhaps even one day virtual reality) games that allow you to roam within the universe I am creating, all while the real life characters tour the world promoting Life, Liberties, Fantasies, and Fashion lines to match the (bound to be popular) Aesthetics of my universe. It'd be my dream to give everyone a chance to be as involved in this fairytale universe in real life as it is in mine, whether that be getting lost inside of a storybook, or dressing up in cosmixian fashion. My world may currently be just an idea revolving consistently around my head, and a small three-ring binder with a few short stories and prototype character designs; but in a perfect world, where the limitations brought upon by circumstances out of my control are not to be found, Prince Cosmix and his fellowship of Cosmixians are ALIVE.
By Prince Cosmix5 years ago in Fiction
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