The World We've Made

The World We've Made

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So this story is based off of a story I made up while trying to make myself fall asleep on 7/27/21 around 5 am ^w^ Dystopial is where life started. We were all born here and too many people died here. The planet had a dark gloomy feel and was slowly slipping into chaos. Because of this, one day the government took the richest of the rich and 1 family from every race and went to a new planet called Utopial. The planet had a warm feeling and unlimited resources. All while the rich people were living their best lives, back on Dystopial chaos remained. More death, destruction, anarchy, poverty, and disease spread throughout the world. Soon there we're only 100,000 people left from the 8 billion there once were. The question is will the government ever come back? Will the 2nd world turn out just like the 1st? It's our world and what we've made it.
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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