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Digging and Digging
Today I went into my backyard with a shovel. I started digging this huge hole. I dug and dug until I was on the other side of the world in China!
Now, I wouldn't say madness lay on the other side, but it was crazy cool there. Like, cool with a Kewl. There were tall towers and fast trains.
Anyway, I went home and that was truly crazy. In the time that I had been gone, people started wearing absurd makeup and sending children between the ages of 12-18 to fight in a battle arena.
Helen was sure of who she married.
That's what she thought. Her husband had always been sweet, caring, and thoughtful. He was her second half.
This is, until the day he was put in prison for murder of a young woman named Elena. Helen knew he couldn't have possibly done such a horrible thing. That is not who her husband is. He can't be.
The next day there is a notice that he is on the death row.
Helen knows he loves her, knows that he is innocent.
The spark is still there, ever since college. She will love him and even against the whole world, will believe in him. Even if he doesn't care anymore, he will always have one person. One biggest fan. One best friend. One wife.
Sci-fi rave.
Did you know that there are hundreds of subgenera inside the genre of fiction. The best is obviously sci-fi. (Sorry haters, I really don't care about your injudicious opinions. >:) There are many subgenera of sci-fi, including but not limited to: (*Deep breath* Bear with me here) Space Opera (Star Wars), Cyberpunk (Neuromancer, I liked that book.), Time Travel (Back to the Future. Obvi), Dystopia (My favorite genre with books like Legend by Marie Lu, Sky Without Stars by Jessica Brody and Joanne Rendell, Renegades by Marissa Meyer, and a LOT others), Space Western (I don't actually know any of these ones type in the comments if you do.), Anyway, I like Sci-fi, if you didn't get the message.
Schooooooool. Please no. C’mon, I don’t want to.
As I walk into the prison of hell, I take a look around. The crows are calling and the scent of old cigarette butts assaults my nostrils. The sliding gates of doom open for me and I check in with the mean and scary looking secretary. Another four years here and I'll be free, free to live as I like, away from this awful place. It's so close now that I can taste it, the last eight years have been hell, but I'm over the worst part now. I'm on the last leg. Soon I can leave this high school.
The Unrelenting Heat and General Awfulness of the Desert.
Sweat drips down my face slathering it in steamy heat. A feverishly hot wind blows at me and chars my cracked lips and bulging eyes.
The desert is barren, just sand stretching for miles and miles on end. The lonely cry of the vultures is the only echo of living creatures and the smoldering wreck of the plane is the only sign of civilization. Heat shimmers up in waves as if I am walking on a grill and each time I drag in a breath I can feel my nose hairs singe. My right hand wavers towards my flask, knowing it's empty but still wanting to check. Today I ran out of water. Today will be the last.
I collapse to the burning sand, pressing my face into the scorching pillow and watch the blistering yellow sun arc its way across the sky in a path of pure light.