Random Writing

The Centre

Wrote this based on the Dystopian genre

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5 years ago.

It was like being roasted in a raging fire. Escape deemed impossible. The sun was blazing in the sky, intensifying. The heat would spell my end. But how could I die like this? I couldn't. I wouldn't. And then it went black. I awoke suddenly to the sound of a sad whimper close by. I looked, there in the dust was a black ball of fluff. I tried my best to crawl towards it, my mouth getting dryer by the minute. It was a black wolf pup in the desert. How? But my mind couldn't think from the lack of water. But I took her in and called her Dusk for that was the time it was. The sun was starting to set, the air becoming cooler. Soon the night would come, bringing the bitter freezing cold. There was no solace in the desert.

Present.

I sat, gazing at the golden sunset, the full moon rising from the opposite side, ready to take over the sky. Out from my little dry cottage came Dusk, my canine companion, and snuggled beside me. Our dark blue eyes met, Dusk shook her short black fur, while I brushed away my long black hair from my face. Even as the light faded, the small vegetation there was, gleamed while my black and brown dress and keffiyeh stayed dull. Then the black night swallowed the sun and the only light was provided by the pale moon. I was skinny just like everyone else, but I'm strong as a willow tree, would bend but never break, physically and mentally. And when my mental side was bending too much, Dusk would sense it and help me through the nightmares, and memories of the better days that had haunted me ever since my 12th birthday.

In our little village my cottage stood in the 2nd row in column 4. It was the row above the 3rd row which is where all the shops, inns and the town hall were. Each village has 5 columns and rows. There were fewer villages in the desert than in the bitter cold mountains. Well I imagine it's bitter, freezing and cold, as no one from either half is allowed to interact with each other, except those who are trained traders. But they can't even talk about it as Fern, my best friend, found out as his father is a trader. I've been to his house in 5th row column 3. We've been friends since I was 4, and always been there for eachother, like when both our mothers passed. My mother died for not giving me the vaccine. I've been dreaming for 3 years because of that. About music, meadows, gardens, freedom and so much more. I've gathered anger and to quench the raging fire inside me I must take action. So I went to ask my best friend Fern for help.

I stumbled and fell. Dusk was panting harder than she ever had. Fern was wilted, his clothes damp and dry at the same time, his brown keffiyeh hanging loose as well as mine. Any cautiousness was blown away with the hot wind a few hours ago. But we had Dusk scouting ahead to sense and pull out any hidden cameras from the ground. I looked up and estimated we were only 2 hours away. The sun was setting. Soon it would be bitter cold. When we reached the normal looking building a ding sounded. Then light flooded the snow in front of us and out came 2 armed soldiers from the door.

How had they known? Dusk had destroyed all the cameras! I stroked Dusk's blood matted fur and the only solution I reached was Fern. My best friend since I was 4. Why would he betray me like this? How had he done it? Then I remembered. When I awoke in the little camp we made, he was gone. He came back 2 minutes later saying he went to find food. That would've been when I was betrayed. But how was I to escape and complete my revenge? It was answered for me. The soldiers came and roughly dragged me and Dusk to a platform. Fern had a stone cold expression. And then I saw something I never thought could happen. All the villagers, mountains or desert were here. Here to watch our execution. The deserters all dressed in their brown with their village emblems, the mountainers in their white and grey and village emblems. I pleaded to the soldiers, "please let me tell a story before I die." They looked at who I assumed was the leader and got a nod of confirmation. "Make it quick," he gruffly answered, pushing me forward. Trembling, I kneeled there in front of everyone on the platform. "Long ago, in the days of the forgotten world, people lived in peace wherever they wanted. They had a choice and freedom. Until the elements came. Come to take revenge. We had been destroying the world and ourselves. Wars broke out everywhere, supplies diminishing and then mother nature took advantage and sent the barricade of disasters. Tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, landslides, storms. Until we were the only ones left. The survivors. Through these catastrophes people should have learnt the mistakes of their ways. But no. We continued the reign of terror, The Centre rising in power, claiming almost everything, leaving us, the survivors of this world, to their mercy. And stripping from us the truth of the forgotten world and all the good things there once was using the vaccine. It wipes any memories that could have been passed down and replaces them." I could see it in their eyes. The spark I needed to plant. Then I heard one last whimper from Dusk before a loud bang sounded and I saw her black body go limp. I cried out tears streaming down. And then I went numb and the last thing I saw was Fern's eyes filled with guilt and regret.

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I know I do focus a lot on the backfill in my story and not enough in the present