As the missile was coming down, Mike stood there watching. His arms flailed by his side and the weapon dropped to the ground. He thought about what got him here; Elena encouraging him to go and save the world. Where is she now? Buried, along with the rest of Britannica’s citizens.
He looked around and saw soldiers, both allies and enemy... All with the same posture, looking up at their limited future. Thinking how futile it all was.
Was it all futile? It doesn’t matter. Mike looked up and his eyes followed the missile, his head slowly coming down.
BOOM!
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Mohammed Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics. I recently created a website (just because) which I will be posting my writing in (among other things). it would be great if you check it out. https://mindpit.co.uk/
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The illegal passenger
My home is marvellous. Everyday there would be an abundance of new food that I had never tasted before. New smells that tingled my senses and made me shiver in joy. A small place where I wasn’t bothered nor harassed. Best of all, those pesky oppressors that are bountiful everywhere you go are but a mere a few here. It was truly heaven.
By Mohammed Darasiabout a year ago in Fiction
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She looked at her son. He was a man now really. Moments came when she saw glimpses of the boy he once was but rarely and they were snatched by her when he didn't know that he was being scrutinised by someone trying to make sense of who this person was, what he would become.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in Fiction
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This was emotional. I really hoped the end would be a miracle coming to save him.