Post by Farrah on Nov 2, 2005 18:50:25 GMT -5
Shasta Ahmad opened his eyes and looked around him. The white washed walls of his prison were still the bleak, time-yellowed color they had been before he went to sleep. The large, elephant shaped crack on the ceiling was still growing. His cot still crackled every time he breathed and his back still ached from the stiff mattress. Everything was as he had left it, or so he thought.
Though he hadn't looked in a mirror in 7 months now, he knew he looked different. His dark, desert cured skin was now a papery white from the ceiling showering significant amounts of plaster on him every step he took. His once well kept, silky, ebony hair was now twisted and matted with blood and dust from training. His hands were callused and his feet were worn. His lips were cracked and black from long dried blood. His once clear, intelligent eyes were blood shot and clouded but, deep within the dark brown irises, there was a secret.
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Shasta had once been a typical Arabian boy. He tended to the camels and herded the sheep. He played with other children his age, and always seemed to be at hand when needed. But there was something strange about him as well. Although his Nomad companions and family had begun to disbelieve the Koran, Shasta had read it every day and night, trying to learn as much as he could. He praised Allah for the slightest wonders and never lost hope in his glory. He prayed for ours on end just to feel the touch of god. But then, one day, they came...
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*Bang!* There was a loud knocking on the door and Shasta suddenly jerked back to reality. He hopped out of bed and stood to attention. The metal door swung open on rusty hinges to reveal a tall, dark Arabian man with an oily mustache and dark, black, bushy eyebrows. He carried with him a large gun, of which Shasta knew all to well the consiquences of.
The leathery skinned man gave him a menacing look, and then signaled towards the door. Since this was the long awaited day, noone was to talk to the boy lest he should fear his impending death. With a mission uncertain and a destiny long foretold, Shasta knew he must hold his head high. Today held more than just the secret adventure. This was his eighteenth birthday.
He walked proudly along the guard infested halls, holding his scarred head high and picking up his heavy booted feet. The day had finally come.
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The President sat in his large office, confidently filing his papers. The terrorists would soon be abolished...one less thing to think about. He had already gotten notice of his military force (the strongest in the world!) defeating a whole mob of terrorists that were interfering with the voting in Iraq. They had never suspected the troops. Thus, 23 more rebels were silenced. Things were going well. Ever since 9-11, he had been unliked throughout his country, and very unsure of whether his plans would actually succeed and his people that he had worked so hard to please would ever trust him again. But that was a thing of the past now. His plans were underway.
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Jennifer Eaton awoke with a growing sense of dread.
Oh man! The Biology test is today!
She struggled into her Old Navy denim jeans and hastily set about overturning her already messy room to find her other clog.
"Where is that shoe?" she screamed. Her mother called over to her from the kitchen of their small apartment to quiet down and get ready for school.
"I already am getting ready for school," she mumbled darkly to herself.
Now all that was left was to find her previously made notecards that she had never looked at so she could review before the bus came to retrieve her and transport her to in what was her opinion the ultimate death camp: school.
When all was found and her room looked alot like New Orleans after the hurricane, she snatched up her breakfast consisting of an ever-nutritious S'mores Poptart and a large sip of her coagulated Slim Fast beverage, which she had not had the time to stir properly, and bustled out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to her mom.
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Out on the streets of New York City, Shannon Harris looked at her watch for about the umpteenth time and glanced around to see if her surroundings had changed much since the last time she had checked the time. Same blue sky, same smiling faces, same pigeons pecking at the same putrid puddle of regurgitated chilie-cheese-fries mixed with yellow stomach bile whose stench had permiated the ever busy city...no. The time had not yet come. She sat down on the bench again and stared at the seconds ticking by on her watch...
This is all I have so far. This is kind of on impulse, so I haven't even checked to see if it's even good. I already have the ending in my head, but I don't know if I'll ever get to writing it down. Hmmm...I guess only time will tell. Anyway, please do not refrain from any comments, questions, or critiques you may have. Thanks for reading this far! Sorry it was so long. I hope to have the end...but again, only time will tell...
Though he hadn't looked in a mirror in 7 months now, he knew he looked different. His dark, desert cured skin was now a papery white from the ceiling showering significant amounts of plaster on him every step he took. His once well kept, silky, ebony hair was now twisted and matted with blood and dust from training. His hands were callused and his feet were worn. His lips were cracked and black from long dried blood. His once clear, intelligent eyes were blood shot and clouded but, deep within the dark brown irises, there was a secret.
************************************************************
Shasta had once been a typical Arabian boy. He tended to the camels and herded the sheep. He played with other children his age, and always seemed to be at hand when needed. But there was something strange about him as well. Although his Nomad companions and family had begun to disbelieve the Koran, Shasta had read it every day and night, trying to learn as much as he could. He praised Allah for the slightest wonders and never lost hope in his glory. He prayed for ours on end just to feel the touch of god. But then, one day, they came...
************************************************************
*Bang!* There was a loud knocking on the door and Shasta suddenly jerked back to reality. He hopped out of bed and stood to attention. The metal door swung open on rusty hinges to reveal a tall, dark Arabian man with an oily mustache and dark, black, bushy eyebrows. He carried with him a large gun, of which Shasta knew all to well the consiquences of.
The leathery skinned man gave him a menacing look, and then signaled towards the door. Since this was the long awaited day, noone was to talk to the boy lest he should fear his impending death. With a mission uncertain and a destiny long foretold, Shasta knew he must hold his head high. Today held more than just the secret adventure. This was his eighteenth birthday.
He walked proudly along the guard infested halls, holding his scarred head high and picking up his heavy booted feet. The day had finally come.
************************************************************
The President sat in his large office, confidently filing his papers. The terrorists would soon be abolished...one less thing to think about. He had already gotten notice of his military force (the strongest in the world!) defeating a whole mob of terrorists that were interfering with the voting in Iraq. They had never suspected the troops. Thus, 23 more rebels were silenced. Things were going well. Ever since 9-11, he had been unliked throughout his country, and very unsure of whether his plans would actually succeed and his people that he had worked so hard to please would ever trust him again. But that was a thing of the past now. His plans were underway.
************************************************************
Jennifer Eaton awoke with a growing sense of dread.
Oh man! The Biology test is today!
She struggled into her Old Navy denim jeans and hastily set about overturning her already messy room to find her other clog.
"Where is that shoe?" she screamed. Her mother called over to her from the kitchen of their small apartment to quiet down and get ready for school.
"I already am getting ready for school," she mumbled darkly to herself.
Now all that was left was to find her previously made notecards that she had never looked at so she could review before the bus came to retrieve her and transport her to in what was her opinion the ultimate death camp: school.
When all was found and her room looked alot like New Orleans after the hurricane, she snatched up her breakfast consisting of an ever-nutritious S'mores Poptart and a large sip of her coagulated Slim Fast beverage, which she had not had the time to stir properly, and bustled out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to her mom.
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Out on the streets of New York City, Shannon Harris looked at her watch for about the umpteenth time and glanced around to see if her surroundings had changed much since the last time she had checked the time. Same blue sky, same smiling faces, same pigeons pecking at the same putrid puddle of regurgitated chilie-cheese-fries mixed with yellow stomach bile whose stench had permiated the ever busy city...no. The time had not yet come. She sat down on the bench again and stared at the seconds ticking by on her watch...
This is all I have so far. This is kind of on impulse, so I haven't even checked to see if it's even good. I already have the ending in my head, but I don't know if I'll ever get to writing it down. Hmmm...I guess only time will tell. Anyway, please do not refrain from any comments, questions, or critiques you may have. Thanks for reading this far! Sorry it was so long. I hope to have the end...but again, only time will tell...