Hell

It was the worst of times. The worst of times indeed, and they weren’t getting any better. Cities were no longer cities, but rather a home to those who had brought this agony upon the world. There was no sun in these cities- canopies of smog floated amongst the tallest of buildings, shielding the wasteland from the outside world. The people that inhabited this city had no purpose in their everyday lives- simply to continue to keep the city as dull and hopeless as possible. These people couldn’t even really be considered people, since they had no emotions, no feelings. They were more like the undead, simply wandering upon the earth, trying to find a way to move on to hell. But wait…this place…this place was hell. What else could it possibly be? Satan must have relocated to the Earth, perhaps he found the environment better: there were no trees left, there were no animals, there was no fresh air, and there were no problems with good feelings or happiness. It was Satan’s paradise. These people did not have voices; what did they need them for? People had devolved into cowards. Into worms. They did not dare speak out, and I’m quite sure the word ‘speak’ had been removed from the dictionary…if there was a dictionary left. Perhaps Satan had ordered all literature burned- a private little fire for him. It would be a typical tyrant’s move, the burning of literature. The destroying of words that had kept humans alive for centuries, the words that had invoked thought and wonder of new worlds and planets, the words which caused riots and tears, and caused rejoicing in the streets. Yes. A great idea for a tyrant to burn these books. Erase the past- no one needed them in Satan’s new world, anyways.

Life Cycle

Inhale, exhale. She told herself, Just inhale and exhale. It didn’t work. She tried to scream, but she didn’t make a sound. The silence foamed from her lips and surrounded her. Engulfed her. The light left her eyes slowly, and it entered the stars. The stars received the light graciously, thanking the girl for her gift as she lay still. They smiled, and sparkled until night turned to dawn. When the dawn burned away the night-time sky, the stars suffocated in the light. They fell, plunging into the ocean. Their light faded away, and was vaporized into the air. The stars became creatures which clung for dear life to rocks and the ocean floor. Their light supplied the sun, who obtained the light selfishly. The sun was content with the light it had gained. Below the sun was a girl, setting up to bask in the sun’s rays. The sun beat down upon her- it loathed the girl, and beat down harder. The heat of its rays wrapped around her, light transferring into her body and soul. And then, she began to breathe faster. Her heartbeat pumped harder, trying to supply her body with enough oxygen to keep her soul alive. But it wasn’t enough. Inhale, exhale. She told herself, Just inhale and exhale.