Post by sean on Jun 6, 2007 20:07:51 GMT -5
This is a short story i wrote for language arts but its really good. I am planning to make a novel.
The victim. The murderer. The genius. All the same person. Twenty three years of torture, ended before it began. The war for control of the planet lasted thirty years. People started disagreeing with the government. Countries all over the world were falling apart. At first, there were groups of people petitioning, rioting, parading, and doing whatever they could think of to change their country. It wasn’t enough. Individuals separated from their groups and argued their own cause. Soon, it came to violence. One by one, people joined what became a war. It wasn’t a fight to change the government any more, it was to be the supreme ruler of Earth. There were no more governments, societies, or law enforcement. It was complete and utter chaos. Constant non-stop violence, day and night. The streets were covered with blood, weapons, and corpses.
Roy was only seven years old when the war started. His parents fought and died when he was nine. When he was eleven, he decided he wanted to end all the fighting, but was too scared to do anything. On his fourteenth birthday, he was in a back alley in a dumpster digging for food while the sound of gunshots, explosions, and screaming surrounded him.
“Roy, get out of that dumpster!” a woman’s voice called from the other end of the alley. Roy, very scared and surprised, leaped out of the dumpster, covered in who knows what. He examined the woman. She was wearing a blue robe, nothing on her feet, and a blue turban wrapped around her head, making only her eyes visible.
“Who are you?” Roy asked her. He was baffled. Everyone he ever knew was dead. No one alive knew his name, which made the woman more mysterious, even scary.
“That is not important,” she pulled what appeared to be a blank piece of paper out of her sleeve, “look carefully at this and think about what you see.”
“It’s only a piece of pa-” Roy immediately stopped speaking. As he looked closer, he could see himself, fighting in the same war that was occurring on the street behind him. “Is that me? It can’t be! What is this?”
“I cannot tell you much but what I can tell you is that the boy you see here is you. Keep watching.” Roy stared intently at the item. He now saw himself at a much older age working in a laboratory. He was watching a computer screen and then furiously writing something down on a piece of paper right next to him. The object in the woman’s hands flashed, and now he saw himself again, at an even older age than before, standing behind a control panel, staring out at the dark, empty world.
“That doesn’t make any sense. I’ve never used a computer and every inch of the world is covered in blood, corpses, or people fighting each other.” Roy was overwhelmed with everything he saw.
“In a week, you will find a loaded gun on the ground and decide to seek peace in this world by fighting back. Thirteen years later, you will find an abandoned laboratory. It still has electricity, so you turn on one of the computers. It automatically runs a tutorial, so you claim the laboratory as your own and begin working on a plan to stop the violence. After five years of work and defending the building, you invent a machine that will end the violence. All human life will vanish from existence if your machine works. Five years later, you have finally built it. After it’s activated, you stare at what is now your planet.” She waited for a reaction.
“How do you know all of this? Where did you come from? Why are you here? Why are you telling me this?” Roy now had a pounding headache. It was too much for him to handle.
“I am telling you this to save my people. When you realize you own the planet, you salvage whatever you can find. Eventually you figure out that there is life on other planets and you seek them out to conquer them with what you can make from the resources you were given. There are humans on other planets. I am one of them. I also know that after you activate your invention, you will never get rid of the guilt that you killed the entire human race. I am here to save not only my people, your people, or any other life, but to save you from yourself. Ending the war is a good thing that cannot be done without your intervention, but ending all life will bring the apocalypse.” Roy, now feeling sick, sat down on the cold concrete.
“Are you trying to say that I will be the one to destroy all of humanity?” He turned his head to the side and puked. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and stared at the woman.
“I can’t stop you from destroying every human on Earth but I can give you the tools you need to stop yourself from completely wiping out every living being in the universe. Take this ring. You’ll know what to do with it when the time comes. Twenty-three years of torture is ahead of you in this war.” Without another word, the woman took a ring off her finger, handed it to Roy, and disappeared into the shadows. Roy, still very sick, put the ring on and went back into the dumpster to search for food. Something sharp cut his hand. He dug out a knife from the trash. His ring glowed for a moment, then, right in front of him, a black circle materialized. Within the circle, he saw a man in front of a control panel who looked like he was in his late thirties. He instantly knew what he was to do. He hurled the knife at the circle. It vaporized into the air, taking the knife with it. Twenty-three years, ended before they began.
SO what do you think?
The victim. The murderer. The genius. All the same person. Twenty three years of torture, ended before it began. The war for control of the planet lasted thirty years. People started disagreeing with the government. Countries all over the world were falling apart. At first, there were groups of people petitioning, rioting, parading, and doing whatever they could think of to change their country. It wasn’t enough. Individuals separated from their groups and argued their own cause. Soon, it came to violence. One by one, people joined what became a war. It wasn’t a fight to change the government any more, it was to be the supreme ruler of Earth. There were no more governments, societies, or law enforcement. It was complete and utter chaos. Constant non-stop violence, day and night. The streets were covered with blood, weapons, and corpses.
Roy was only seven years old when the war started. His parents fought and died when he was nine. When he was eleven, he decided he wanted to end all the fighting, but was too scared to do anything. On his fourteenth birthday, he was in a back alley in a dumpster digging for food while the sound of gunshots, explosions, and screaming surrounded him.
“Roy, get out of that dumpster!” a woman’s voice called from the other end of the alley. Roy, very scared and surprised, leaped out of the dumpster, covered in who knows what. He examined the woman. She was wearing a blue robe, nothing on her feet, and a blue turban wrapped around her head, making only her eyes visible.
“Who are you?” Roy asked her. He was baffled. Everyone he ever knew was dead. No one alive knew his name, which made the woman more mysterious, even scary.
“That is not important,” she pulled what appeared to be a blank piece of paper out of her sleeve, “look carefully at this and think about what you see.”
“It’s only a piece of pa-” Roy immediately stopped speaking. As he looked closer, he could see himself, fighting in the same war that was occurring on the street behind him. “Is that me? It can’t be! What is this?”
“I cannot tell you much but what I can tell you is that the boy you see here is you. Keep watching.” Roy stared intently at the item. He now saw himself at a much older age working in a laboratory. He was watching a computer screen and then furiously writing something down on a piece of paper right next to him. The object in the woman’s hands flashed, and now he saw himself again, at an even older age than before, standing behind a control panel, staring out at the dark, empty world.
“That doesn’t make any sense. I’ve never used a computer and every inch of the world is covered in blood, corpses, or people fighting each other.” Roy was overwhelmed with everything he saw.
“In a week, you will find a loaded gun on the ground and decide to seek peace in this world by fighting back. Thirteen years later, you will find an abandoned laboratory. It still has electricity, so you turn on one of the computers. It automatically runs a tutorial, so you claim the laboratory as your own and begin working on a plan to stop the violence. After five years of work and defending the building, you invent a machine that will end the violence. All human life will vanish from existence if your machine works. Five years later, you have finally built it. After it’s activated, you stare at what is now your planet.” She waited for a reaction.
“How do you know all of this? Where did you come from? Why are you here? Why are you telling me this?” Roy now had a pounding headache. It was too much for him to handle.
“I am telling you this to save my people. When you realize you own the planet, you salvage whatever you can find. Eventually you figure out that there is life on other planets and you seek them out to conquer them with what you can make from the resources you were given. There are humans on other planets. I am one of them. I also know that after you activate your invention, you will never get rid of the guilt that you killed the entire human race. I am here to save not only my people, your people, or any other life, but to save you from yourself. Ending the war is a good thing that cannot be done without your intervention, but ending all life will bring the apocalypse.” Roy, now feeling sick, sat down on the cold concrete.
“Are you trying to say that I will be the one to destroy all of humanity?” He turned his head to the side and puked. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and stared at the woman.
“I can’t stop you from destroying every human on Earth but I can give you the tools you need to stop yourself from completely wiping out every living being in the universe. Take this ring. You’ll know what to do with it when the time comes. Twenty-three years of torture is ahead of you in this war.” Without another word, the woman took a ring off her finger, handed it to Roy, and disappeared into the shadows. Roy, still very sick, put the ring on and went back into the dumpster to search for food. Something sharp cut his hand. He dug out a knife from the trash. His ring glowed for a moment, then, right in front of him, a black circle materialized. Within the circle, he saw a man in front of a control panel who looked like he was in his late thirties. He instantly knew what he was to do. He hurled the knife at the circle. It vaporized into the air, taking the knife with it. Twenty-three years, ended before they began.
SO what do you think?