War of the Worlds;Poems and Journal Entry

The Journal Entry

And so it continues.........

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     Dear, well, whoever, really. After all, I can't be all entirely too sure who I'm talking, or rather, writing to. To anyone who reads this, if anyone, please know who I am. My name is [the writing is written too messily to read as it trails off.]

    Does that really matter anymore, though? My name, the place I hold on this Earth-this planet-I cannot call it Earth anymore...I don't quite understand why they're here, the Martians, it really does baffle me. Is their own planet dying, or is there something else?

     I've started asking myself questions like these and as I do, I can feel my sanity dissipating...Is it worth is? Trying to figure out my own planets' demise in turn for my safe-of-mind? Writing this all down is what's keeping me from going crazy.

     It's strange...I...I don't quite hurt as much as I should. I fell through a floor. Might've sprained my ankle, or worse. I really can't tell. I'm starved. Probably haven't eaten anything for two days now.

     As I lie here on my back and look through the open roof, I can't help but to feel nervous. Did they hear the crash? When will they fly over and see a new meal? Unwanted images flood through my memory, my mind, and I empty what's left of my bowels. Which, nonsurprisingly, is very little. That only leaves me to hack and gag.

     Suddenly, I feel a new...urge. An overwhelmingly powerful urge to live. I don't want to end up like those people! I have to keep my sanity. I [the page is partly torn. With the back being filled with a grocery list, extra paper is taped to the bottom.]

     For what I have to live for, for a new goal, I suppose I'll look for more people.

                                       To survivors: May we meet soon

                                       To Martians: Even if you can't read, feel my hatred through these words-You will never take Eath

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This is supposed to take place in Richard Pierson, the Professor from the broadcast. I thought it was pretty cool. 

So, it's now done. It was short, but now......well now I don't really care, except for the fact that I got it done in one day! Go and check out my other stories!