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Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: On the outside, Looking in
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Does this look In any way promising?
This is a short story I'm working on, any suggestions on how to go on? This one's giving me trouble.
WAYWARD
Chapter 1 – Welcome to Purgatory
“We’ll be back, we’re going for help”
‘I remember telling them that.’
‘I also remember telling them not to worry’
His crystalline blue eyes told volumes of internal anguish as they surveyed the scene before him. The wreckage, once populated with the survivors of the crash, was now littered with only casualties. Bodies lay strewn across sharp protrusions of jagged metal, riddled with bullet holes and missing limbs. A vast majority of them were men, few of them women and children, the ones who were seriously wounded by the accident in the first place. These people, who had once been about their own business, happy and carefree were now nothing but lifeless corpses with glazed eyes and desecrated flesh.
Tears threatening his eyes, the teenager turned to find his two companions. A cruel wind whipped up across the now empty plain, tugging at his plain Black t-shirt and Tan cargo pants betraying a lean but well-defined figure. His long, straw hued hair falling in and out of his vision, as he spotted his friends not far off, the same pained look clearly shone in their eyes.
The taller of the three; James was standing transfixed nearby, his deep-set hazel eyes, often concealing hidden depths then giving his feelings full flight. Fury and sadness growing from a feeling of helplessness dominated his features. Running a distressed hand through his short, black hair, he turned to the direction opposite the way they had came.
‘What the hell? Who the fuck would do this? Where are the others?’,
these thoughts frantically ran through his mind as he searched for any signs of life on the distant horizon, his eyes falling to a small bump to the east.
‘If we want to find the others, we might want to start looking there. It seems to be the only thing around here that even remotely looks like civilization’
A familiar breeze reached James, doing little to sway the already tight fitting Red t-shirt that was clinging to his muscular frame. It did however manage to ruffle his loose-fitting, black pants, billowing them out like an errant shadow around his black leather boots. Gritting his teeth in anger at his own ineptitude, he turned on his heels in the direction he last saw the third of their party; Sean.
Sean was standing just behind James, a look of hardened disbelief deeply etched in his face, his sharp Cobalt eyes constantly dodging to and fro across the desolate landscape. Taking a hand out of the pocket of his jean jacket, he placed it on James’ shoulder in a comforting gesture. James tensed but didn’t shrug him off. Suddenly regaining his voice he spoke,
“Who? Who would do something like this? Wh-Why?”, he stammered.
“I don’t know man.” Sean replied with a sigh, “ I don’t know what the fuck’s goin’ on anymore”
Another short gust of wind rolled by, carrying with it the coppery scent of blood. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Sean unconsciously grabbed at the peace sign medallion hanging in front of his tie-dye shirt.
‘This shit’s bad’, he thought.
Just a trip to Colony 6 that’s all it started out as. Luke, Sean and Nick had been high school seniors from the same school, they planned a trip with a little saved money and decided on a little excursion to Colony 6. They had all agreed, Sean was aware of the fact that Marijuana had been legalized on Colony 6, James wanted to attend an amateur film festival and Nick, an Anime con. On the way, they were approaching the long abandoned Earth to use it’s gravity to slingshot them to the colony, when a piece of space debris collided with the shuttle, sending it into the planet’s atmosphere. The re-entry, rattled the shuttle and the impact shattered it. Surprisingly there was only one casualty, an old man who suffered a heart attack on entry. The occupants had gathered their wits, and sent the three young men, or so they were called to get some kind of help. And so they headed west, searching for any sign of civilization.
Some hours later they returned, their search had been fruitless and they were weary from travel. They came upon this scene. Why or who, could not be answered, not even when. The only clue was a group of mangled corpses strewn about the wrecked shuttle.
Sighing in irritation, James began to walk back in the blonde boy’s direction. Sean’s hand slipped from his friend’s shoulder and went into the pocket of his jeans as he followed James to where Nick was standing, pushing back a stray length of raven colored hair that fell across his eyes.
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I cant wait for someone to hear me.
And wait for someone to touch me.
And wait forever to be told.
I'm forever alone.
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