The year was 2080 and the Earth had undergone a drastic change. With overconsumption and the collapse of major governments, the world had turned into an anarchic society. A new breed of human different from the docile, civilized beings of past years was spawned. We stalked the streets, solitary hunters, hungry for prey. Our only principle was to kill or get killed. That was an unchangeable law that we abided by and relished. I was an ardent killer but my principle was challenged the day I met him.
Varying shades of purple and black painted the sky and the crescent moon shone dimly as I prowled the deserted warehouses near the docks. "Creak". The sound rang across the silence and I moved with the shadows towards it. I smelled the old man before I saw him - the smell of a past age where lavender soaps scented your skin and cigars were smoked. The whift of nostalgia struck me dumb and I stood frozen in my tracks as the old man turned to face me with a quiet, reassuring smile on his face. Memories played across my mind as he started to talk.
He spoke of a revolution up North, where people were still civilized and fighting to survive. He implored me to join the revolution. "This dystopia that we live in... It does not have to be forever." His words echoed in my mind, leaving me shrouded in uncertainty. "Look into the mirror over there. What do you see?" The old man took my hand and we stared into the mirror together. He was standing upright, a serene look upon his face and yet I, a thirty-four year old was hunched up with the weight of the guilt and fear that I live with.
"Do you not remember the old days? Before the riots and bombings started, there was life and joy." Lost images of drinking hot soup with my family and swimming in the lake with my friends played like a sepia coloured movie in my mind. Drowned in the flood of remembrance, I wept like a child for the past. Where were my family and friends now? I know they had been killed. Our prerogative was to kill or get killed. They failed there and I would not succumb like they did. I howled and pounced on the old man, grinning at the crack of broken bones. "Will darkness overrun as light fades?" The old man uttered, horrified as I bit into his arm. The golden sun rose at dawn and in the morning light, true to my principle, I devoured him.
The End.
I wonder if you guys notice the end. Will darkness overrun as light fades. The golden sun rose at dawn(a.k.a. light) and even in the light, I(the monster) was still ever powerful, I devoured the old man.
I wanted something less ordinary for this composition so I twisted it.
I got a 26/30 for this. The bolded words are the mistakes.
There were comments for the essay:
"Beautiful."
"Mistress of short stories."
Miss Chia was exaggerating.
Note: My class really demeans me. Seeing them correct my grammar and vocab. was hilarious. Please, don't act like you know everything when you don't ("talking about yourself issit?" Is the common rebuttal. Yah, I am. cannot meh?).
Okay I said that in a moment of pique. You're all really nice people. I'm the unreasonable one.