I looked up at the smokey sky. I longed for the sun. I have never seen it myself but my father has a photo with it in the background. I will never see the sun. I will never be able to go outside and look up and see a white-hot ball of gas up there. But thanks to my father I get to see one slightly smaller one every time I look at him.
I will only hear about the wonderful and amazing animals that lived in places I will only read about in books written by my teachers to try and teach me all they can about where I should have been living and what I should have been doing. My life is worthless. I am one of 200 hundred other humans alive. but I have seen more humans dead than I have seen alive...
The first time I saw a ghost just after the falling. I was alone in a small room. I had just lost my mother and I was so scared. Loud banging sounds were coming from outside the sounds of a war I curled up in a ball and tried not to cry when a soft rasping voice started to sing
" My darling brave and stong bound in ribbons of fate. The wars you must overcome are yet to pass. You are not alone as my kind will aid you. But your path is you own " her voice started to break as if she was trying to hold back tears so she whispered ones again " your path is your own"
I looked up and my eyes met hers. Just before she dissipated into a blue mist.
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The Last One
Научная фантастикаSunday, September 6, 2572 My father makes the world a better place. Or so I thought. We are the last humans on the earth since the falling. The meteors hit the earth 12 years ago wiping out most of the human population. There are only about 2...
