Okay, If someone gives me an idea, I'll write an impromptu story for them, just like that. Just give me a word or two, or anything and lets see how creative we can be! (Oh, and somebody let me know if I'm on the wrong forum. I hate it when that happens to me, so if someone would be so kind as to let me know kindly, I'll take this some place else. Thank you!)
The Right Warr sat on a low bench, shivering and wondering where Mire was. His sister. He wished he wasnâµt alone. The room was cold and damp. The sound of water echoed throughout. He slid of the bench and was about to walk to the door when it burst open. A large man wearing a long white coat strode towards him. Warr shrank back. The man kept coming. Warr wondered why the man showed no fear. Why did the man keep coming? He tried to scream but the man covered his mouth. " Donâµt cry. We need You to help us. We need You to do something very important for us," the manâµs tone was soft and smooth. " We need You to do something very important for us." The manâµs words kept echoing and reechoing in Warrâµs mind. He couldnâµt escape the words. He couldnâµt sound them out. He hated those words. He never wanted to hear them again. He struggled, but his small, fragile frame couldnâµt resist. The man bore him from the room. Warr didnâµt remember much thereafter, but he did remember that the man walked for some time down a long white hall. He remembered strong white lights that burned his eyes. He remembered other men in white robes, wearing white gloves with white masks over their faces. He remembered being laid on a table that felt like a large flat stone. He remembered feeling as if he was floating far above the earth, like a bird with wings. Warr remembered that the men gave him something to drink that made him see images heâµd never imagined and made him experience things heâµd never experienced. He remembered that they wrote on white sheets of paper and stood around a good lot. He remembered that after some time, he felt as if a thousand needles were stuck into him. Then, Warr awoke to find himself back in that drafty room. He sat up to fin his sister beside him. She was faint and pale. She couldnâµt speak. Her eyes looked like the eyes of a haunted girl. He felt as if heâµd been robbed. Robbed of something very precious. The white lights, the white robes, the white gloves, the white paper, he hated it all.
I stand atop the greatest hill that ever existed. Both literally and well, metaphorically. 'We' have accomplished the greatest feat in history. I turn to the west and behold miles of sun baked rooftops, spanning out as far as the eye can see. I turn east, more roof tops. I turn south, there's the large lake that took so many of us. I turn north. The mountain stands tall and unmoved. Wellive comes to stand beside me. He is young, but still, he understands the sacrifice we have made. He looks into my eyes and says, " Finally, they stand defeated." " Yes," I reply slowly. " Why did they want us?" " They wanted the Khalaim Drone. Our major Guardian. We would never have given him up." " How ironic that such a insensitive thing should be so powerful a protector," Wellive says with a sigh. " Yes. They would stop at nothing for him. He is too powerful." I shake my head. The end was here, but now, I found myself gazing intensely into the past. One whole year had passed and I still remembered. My brother's fight with the sea of guards that fateful day in June. I could still feel the sun beating down on me as I lay helpless and watched him. He fought hard and strong. He overcame the guards and bore me away to safety. But, he sacrificed himself later on. I will never forget how the State rushed in demanding what little we had. I will never forget the malice and the hatred that showed on the Meca soldier's faces as they dragged some of us away. I will never forget the resolve that many of us gathered as we grouped to revolt. I will never forget the day we bought our Freedom, again. We bought it with unselfish blood and bitter tears. We climbed many hills, ran many roads, crawled many tunnels, scaled many heights. In the end, we accomplished what others before us had been afraid to accomplish. Freedom. Freedom from oppression.
Can we be friends with enemies? I think not. Can we heap coals of fire on our enemies? I think so. But can we compromise and work with our enemies? I think not. I think not. I believe there is no God. Who ever heard of such nonsense? Who ever heard of an all powerful entity creating us and the world as we know it? No, we evolved. We evolved from simple life forms into the intelligent forms we possess today. Why would they put me here, when all I speak is the truth? What wrong have I committed that they would lock me away? I stare at the stone walls all day and wonder why they want me hidden. Perhaps, its because I speak too much. No. I keep to myself. I think about all the rules they have. They pray to many gods. They believe that the largest of their gods formed their world out of clay and set their souls in it. Preposterous. Everyday, they call the city to order and gather the people for worship to the city's patron. They worship every conceivable thing. They worship animals. They worship hundreds of gods. They worship nature. But, one day, they will worship me, as well. One day, I will break free from this prison of walls and stone. This prison of chains and rules. This prison of confinement. One day, I will rise up and defeat them all. One day, I will cast down all their gods and abolish all their rules. One day, I will be their god. I will be God. There is no God. Not yet.
* This is story is written merely for creative purposes. It may or not reflect the author's views.
