Sam McCarlie
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Just an author trying to write his random nonsense down.
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An Ode To The Past.
No one remembers what happened that fateful day. The Earth seemed to fall into a silence that would shake even the strongest of hearts. I was a lucky one, given fair warning about the global catastrophes that would befall all of humanity. Me and so many others were given the chance to recreate the Earth, better, stronger, than the one that was to be washed away. A clean slate if you would. And we bunkered down, safe with the knowledge that although so many would die, we, the chosen, would continue to lead humanity into a glorious future. A new dawn, a better day. At least, that was the dream. And just like any dream, it too was fictitious. It started well, the concrete haven protected us from the storms, and the screams. We counted down the hours, the minutes, the seconds, until we could emerge and start planting the seed of rebirth. This was the most difficult task. Not the planning or rebuilding, or the hiding from those who needed a safe space from the apocalypse. No, it was the waiting, the time we had to ourselves. Of course anyone would kill for time alone, burying themselves in the safety of homes and just live out the day like you’re the only one in the world. That is what we used to look forward to, but when it became reality, it was too difficult to be left alone with your thoughts. Friends, family, pets. They say when you die your memories flash before your eyes. This is true when you’re alone. And unlike death, there is no sweet embrace, no end. Just you and your thoughts. That is until the day came, the day it was safe to survey what damage was done to mother Earth. The day when all pressure was on you to do what was right. It was easy, the hard part was trying to forget the past.
By Sam McCarlie3 years ago in Fiction