I feel thrill of confusion
You are beautiful,
I feel my body growing
Falling into love ,
Still feel like a kid
When I'm looking at my own
This is now my home,
I hold my lover
Reminisce old memories
Running around in our fairy garden
Kites, candies, and kindergarten
Crafts made with crayons
Paint on a canvas
Yellow stickers with happy faces
and chocolate birthday cake
Oh how I loved that fairy garden
As we ran with our cardboard wings pretending we could fly
It's sad how quickly time passed us all by
Is the sky still pink like it was that June
Do you still laugh like when we watched those cartoons
It seems that now all I see is the moon
As the sky weeps that specific tune
My world is now foreign
I dream of a land far away
A home I created in the boundaries of my mind
life no longer seems so kind.
The sky is falling from miles away
So I sit here and pray that maybe one day we won't be so grey
Grey, like cracks in the concrete where the world tears from the seams
We've become a broken machine
Our wires untie and the gears say goodbye
The planets have fallen out of sync
Saturn is small and Pluto is warm
What a mess we've created with our beautiful life
Still, we hide behind our broken shields to avoid a strife
I miss my fairy garden
Where we'd weave flowers into crowns
And when we'd both fall down into deep dark rabbit holes
Whisked away to wonderland to drink tea and play cards
A queen in red hearts
A white rabbit to very late
I'll never understand why Alice came home
Perhaps she yearned for a world of dull ache and painful heartbreak
Memories that were once beautiful, are now bittersweet
But the taste on my tongue is that of defeat
I guess that potion we made to turn us into fairies was actually a poison that showed us reality
Ruins of The Hopeless Prologue
The Darkness is nothing more than an essence, you can't find it in our world, or another. The Darkness takes people away, swallowing their souls leaving nothing but a hole in its place. It turns loving communities of people into soldiers of death. The
Darkness is attracted to evil. Seeking it in the hearts of everyone until it finds the perfect person to take over. Once that happens the person is a lost cause, an unstoppable killer, a powerful monster. Many people are plagued with this in our world. You won't see anyone get taken, but their kills will become easier, their bodies will become emptier, and their humanity will get further. You could say they are drowning in the shadows, that they are lost in The Darkness, that they had been taken by the monsters. A curse or a blessing? No one knows. No one speaks of The Darkness, when it comes, it just comes. But in our vastly evil world, it's hard to tell the monsters apart from the ones who slay them. For when you become such an immense evil The
Darkness will not consume you, you will consume it.
Blank faces, empty hearts, and broken souls. People wander around with no hope, no desire, no destiny. All people know to do is wallow in their own pain, but never show weakness. Fight and kill, but never show mercy. There are technologies so perplexing that ancient inventors would have drooled over modern advancements. Ideas and concepts straight out of fantasy books had been made possible, people have everything wrapped around their fingers. Manipulating matter and battling science to make dreams come true. However, it seems that even technology can’t find a way to give people the simplest thing, happiness. What a funny word. Nine simple letters, each one holding the weight of the world. People jot down the days as they pass slowly, "June 16, 2601, June 17, 2601...August 3, 2601..." With less and less motivation to even get up in the morning, the human race can’t go on like this.
They are surrounded by anger and violence. What's left of the human population dreads living. But they stay so that generations after them have the chance to experience life, and hopefully, change it. But amid a war, nothing seems important but staying safe. People in the home states leave to fight among the wardroid machines.
The wardroids are large programmed machines that can help in the war. When they were first made the people were in complete shock, one home state invaded another and wiped them out with it. The home state was quite small, but it was all wrecked. Torn to shreds, all Humans have agility and knowledge, the wardroids are used for security and bombing. But unfortunately, all technology has a way to be broken, even the most advanced ones. Many people die during war, random, innocent strangers.
Most of the new wars are caused by advances, new technology, and even the decreasing population. The last world war ended sixty years ago, it started after the home state of Kilas had control over the last living brown bear. It was once a wild animal that roamed the wild; it was thought to have gone extinct hundreds of years ago. Kilas somehow had control over the bear and used growth halting drugs to keep it alive.
When other home states found out about this they fought because the bear was very valuable. Animals were something people could have only heard about in stories, it was fascinating. People always wonder what it would be like to see animals roaming around. Now we have very limited wildlife but they are all kept illegally and sold for ransom or locked away in labs for research purposes. Throughout all the wars the bears did go extinct.
Since then people have tried to help the environment but there's no use. Even technology can't help this mess. Maybe a hundred years ago if the people had listened and taken the issues seriously the world wouldn’t be in this position.
Four hundred years ago a home state, or country at the time, was building a radioactive chemical bomb, they were secretly working on it in a small lab, and only a selected few knew about it. They were working on it in case a war started, so they could win, the bomb was extremely deadly. When other world leaders got news this was being worked on, it unleashed an era of madness, the bomb exploded and it was worse than people have ever imagined, it wiped out everyone and everything in that area. Fires spread across the entire world. It was like nothing anyone had ever seen, it sent the world into a spiral. Sadly not very many people survived. With the people left on earth, there were no rules no laws and it brought upon se unrest among the people.
Many years passed and the people figured out a way to have some sort of peace for the rest of the population. Since then we have thrived in advancements, creating robotic beasts that no one could imagine.
Leaders hide in their offices and create wars for their people to fight and die in so that their home state will be the best. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
Because of this only one thing comes, more war, more darkness.
With much of the world turned into factories, many of all the beautiful wonders the earth once had are all gone. Through the eyes of someone a long time ago they would say humans are vastly dull and washed out. Now it’s normal. Life expectancy has declined substantially. If someone were to live up to fifty it would be a great mystery how they did it. Many of the people alive at the moment have only seen war. When one home state creates a new technology the other one does too. No one ever surrenders. Home states fight to the death. Though they seek a better life, inevitably the fire keeps getting bigger and people's hope keeps getting smaller. There is no escaping this world. We aren't in control of this. No one is. In our hearts we all want peace, but our heads tell us to keep fighting. The head always overpowers. People have tried to bring the world back to what it once was, but they always fail. Violence is all we know of. Wars between the home states, between two of them, three of them. But when the worst comes to worst, world wars. A long time ago they had countries, where people were unified. But when much of the earth was destroyed over the years, people created home states.
The world as we know it goes up in flames, people hide behind our shields, but soon they will completely crumble and everyone will be standing and staring at the hell they have created, years of demolition that created this disorder. People fear that when someone wins. They fear the evil that will come, that is being created.
For now, people keep hiding, drones drop off necessities at people's houses so they don't leave. People build up covers for their houses. Dead bodies fill the streets, at any moment their house and everything in it could be bombed and destroyed. No one is safe here, or anywhere in the world that is still inhabited. People are tired of praying for a world that has given them nothing but pain. Civilians sit in almost complete silence, the screams from the fighting are already too much. The human race doesn't live anymore, it merely exists.
Deep down everyone cares about each other, as the fate of humility lies in their hands, but in the end, people only fight for their own life. When you are faced with death, and darkness, it's like you are staring into a dark abyss, surrounded by nothing, engrossing blackness, it slowly consumes you until you are completely gone, forever. In that time of trepidation, no matter how selfless you may be, you can only see yourself. You can only see your future, the future that could be stolen from you at any time.
One blink and you're gone. We have started to accept death now, we mourn the losses as they are members of society, not real people. People are only familiar with the feeling of numbness, not much else.
People say that they have progressed as a society by creating crazy inventions that people a long time ago would never even thought were possible, but really they fell back into the habits of sick rulers. They might not be called "kings'' or "queens" but they all act the same. The leaders say it's what is best for the people, but the leaders and their selected few sit at the top while everyone else rotates at the bottom. They make rules and laws that are only good for them, they start wars for power, and they ruin the sad remains of our planet. Everyone else gets stuck in the crossfire. Forced to fight in wars, they give up their life, forced to deal with the toxic air. They didn't choose it, they didn't cause it. When the power gets to someone's head there is no stopping it.
When the world is not at war, it is on the brink of war, or it is being taken over by technology. The only hope is one day it gets better, that the world sees light once again, as it did years ago. People hope for future generations to learn to live with technology without being taken over by it. They hope our world lives once again. The Darkness is nothing more than an essence, you can't find it in our world, or another. The Darkness takes people away, swallowing their souls and leaving nothing but a hole in its place. It turns loving communities of people into soldiers of death. The Darkness is attracted to evil. Seeking it in the hearts of everyone until it finds the perfect person to take over. Once that happens the person is a lost cause, an unstoppable killer, a powerful monster. Many people are plagued with this in our world. You won't see anyone get taken, but their kills will become easier, their bodies will become emptier, their humanity will get further. You could say they are drowning in the shadows, that they are lost in the darkness, that they had been taken by the monsters. A curse or a blessing? No one knows.
No one speaks of the darkness, when it comes, it just comes. But in our vastly evil world, it's hard to tell the monsters apart from the ones who slay them. For when you become such an immense evil The Darkness will not consume you, you will consume it.
When the world is not at war, it is at the brink of war, or it is being taken over by technology. The only hope is one day it gets better, that the world sees light once again, as it did years ago. People hope for future generations to learn to live with technology without being taken over by it. They hope our world lives once again.
This is the prologue to my finished manuscript of Ruins of the Hopeless.
A sci-fi type literary fiction novel of 107,000 words.
My name is Alisha Ahuja and I am an aspiring young author. Ruins of the Hopeless follows the theme of a sci-fi novel, yet the story in these chapters is a fusion of my thoughts and raw emotions. The characters are subtle symbols of mental health issues in our society. I spent many hours doing research on human psychology to make sure people could use their life experiences to relate to my story. I am a young writer so many people underestimate my hard work and skill but I have a passion for improving the future of our society. From issues like climate change to societal failure. This story is a tragedy full of adventure.
As for my writing credentials, I have never been formally published. However, I have been writing my whole life and have won several small and local competitions.
I have a very important story to tell and would love the help of a literary group/editor to make this story heard.
I would love to talk more in-depth about Ruins of the Hopeless with someone who is interested. My email is Alishagym@gmail.com.