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Sun Headed
Sep 06, 2022
In Short Stories
Title: If Only Word count: 1159 No warnings needed Created for tropetember: Pining Every day I sat across from the window in the library. Everyday I stared at the boy with the white hair who sat by the window. It was easy to pretend I was staring outside instead of at his face. His pale light complexion was so different from my brown bleak hair and eyes. I wished he would look at me and tell me my eyes sparkled…the way I thought of his eyes. All I could do was sit in a drab uniform that made me feel worse about myself every time I put it on. He dazzled in the plain provided clothes and I never knew how. I was supposed to be studying but my books had little pictures of doodles between the paragraphs of notes. It was his face of course. Would I have called it love? I don’t know. I didn’t know him, I just wanted to. If I could have just built up the confidence to say something to him then maybe things would have been different. I looked down into my books and saw my incomplete work. When I looked back up at the window with his seat he wasn’t sitting there and for some reason that shook me up. I looked around spinning my head only to give up to the fact that I’d probably missed my chance once again. “Hey is this seat taken?” The white hair that looked more blond out of the light was falling over the eyes of a boy standing over me. He motioned at the chair next to me “May I?” It was him. Window boy was talking to me! I nodded my head and shyly ducked my face into my work book as he sat down. He pulled out a book from his backpack “ The window was just uh…well the light was annoying me so I came here” he scratched the back of his head smiling. I was an absolute starstruck giddy little girl at that moment. I kept feeling blush creep up my cheeks and all I was doing was managing to talk to him “ Yeah! This tables great, it’s out of the light and kind of dusty but great!” I tried not to but I kept letting out small shaky laughs. He just smiled back at me and we both continued with our studies. Eventually the clock on his watch struck 4:30 which meant it was time for him to leave. I would only leave at 5:00 so I couldn’t walk with him but somehow the small action of being closer to him was noteworthy enough for me to dream about it the rest of the day. He dropped a pencil on the ground as he packed his things to leave. I reached down to grab it for him in hopes of being noteworthy in his mind too. I touched the pencil and his cold hand touched mine. I couldn’t breathe. All I wanted was to bravely hold his hand but that was something I saw to be unattainable. Confidence was not my forte. The most I could do was not pull my hand away. He unwrapped my fingers and took the pencil from my hand, our fingers brushing. “Thanks…” He wouldn’t look me in the eye, he just put the pencil in his shirt pocket. I ducked my hand under the table holding it with my other “No problem…I guess it’s goodbye then.” He slung his backpack over his shoulder “Goodbye then” he waved with his free arm and made his way to the library exit. If only he had known then how my heart beat faster than my thoughts but maybe it was best that way. He swiftly turned around and called to me “My name is Oren!” I called back “I’m Serena!” A heap of glares from other students trying to study quietly were all directed at us so we gave a small wave each and he apologised softly as he left. I wish he could have stayed longer however we most likely would have just continued sitting in silence. I’d never forget him because Oren was my first love…the white haired boy at the window stole my young heart so easily. Oren POV: I softly murmured a few apologies to the students that had been around me in the library who I had disrupted when shouting my name out to the girl I shared a table with that day. Usually I sat at the window across from her but I had finally gathered the confidence to sit next to her and blurt out a few sentences. It was nice just being near her. Serena was what she said her name was and I’d never forget it. Her glossy long brown hair and sparkling eyes caught my attention the very first day I walked into the library when I moved schools. I wished I had the confidence to tell her how beautiful her eyes were but I thought it may have come off weird…I wonder if she ever thought about me. When I reached the library exit I turned back to look at the girl who had her nose buried in her books furiously scribbling away. (Meanwhile Serena had been doodling more pictures of Oren’s face) What an interesting girl I thought. My friend was waiting for me just outside the exit and gave me a wave standing until i made my way to him. “Ready to catch that movie?” He pulled two glossy tickets from his pockets waving them around. I plucked one from his hand “Ofcourse I am Ray! We’ve been waiting forever.” Satisfied Ray smiled but he still had one more question “So did you get a chance to talk to that girl today?” I grabbed the back of my neck shyly “Well…yeah I did and her name is Serena!” Ray turned to stand next to me, giving me a pat on the back as we walked toward the sidewalk. “Finally, it took you long enough” He laughed and I joined in. “Yeah I know but it was worth it…I just don’t know if I’d be able to do it again” I let the sigh escape my mouth. When her hand touched mine earlier I had to look away to hide my red face. When I asked for the seat next to her I was scared she would find me weird. It’s funny how someone can control all those emotions. I pulled the pencil from shirt pocket that was the cause of her hand touching mine earlier and rolled it around in my hand. I silently said in my mind to the pencil “Thank you” even though I felt a tad stupid doing so. No matter what I’d never forget the girl with the sparkling eyes names Serena…I’d never forget my first love. “If only I had the confidence to tell them how I felt” was a thought that echoed through both their minds countless times
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Sun Headed
Sep 03, 2022
In Short Stories
Title: Sol Society Word count: 1562 Warnings: Electrocution and Drowning. Created for the Tropetember Event - Gaia’s Lament The Sun is 400 times larger than the Moon, but 400 times further away, making them appear as equals and yet our society lived in a world where the Sun had dwindled away. I slapped the symbol depicting a waxing moon on the shoulder of the baggy blue uniforms, supplied by the SOS that I was wearing. The organisation that saved the world when it broke; The Sol of Society. As much as they are said to love their people, they would probably have demoted me just for not having my badge on…which I often forgot but my co-workers weren’t heartless, they had backups purchased, just for me. Leaving the confines of the clean white walls that were my room and I stepped outside into the cold air. My room that was just one in a building out of many. Tiny and definitely only for one person but it was what I could afford and I was cool with it. My uniform had built in heat pads like pretty much all clothing so we could brace the outside easier. Earth had been plunged into an eternal night hundreds of years ago when our Sun died. However, SOS saved us all when they created the Sol, our artificial sun. I was proud to say I worked within the vicinity of the Sol and was a trainee maintenance worker, so I was broke but on my way to having one of the most esteemed jobs in our society… then I’d be able to afford real food! I had only tasted artificial vegetables and the meat of a live animal twice in my entire life. All the animals were kept on the base floor of the building that held the Sun up. It was mainly just these things called cows and chickens and I really wanted to taste them. Only high society ranked workers could afford the good stuff. All of us lower workers just ate the artificial grub that was supposed to imitate meat and hold a bunch of protein and all that stuff I never paid attention to when I was in school like Vitamin C or whatever. The dark skies were slightly illuminated by the orange glowing ball of heat resting atop the high glass building where I worked. Stepping through the doors were lights warming my body. It was always refreshing. Everybody walked with perfect posture across the marbled floor not causing even the slightest footprint, since there was no soil to dirty our shoes outside. Up the elevator I went, the doors dinging as they opened when I stepped in and dinging once more as I stepped out on the the top floor. Unlike the rest of the building, which I had been unable to see, as I was not permitted to go to many of the other floors, this one was not a pretty site to most. The entire floor was covered in thick black wires hanging from the walls, crossing over the floor and hard to step over. It was probably the messiest place you would ever be able to witness in the entirety of New Africa. The only continent that was able to survive was lower Africa however only one country remained liveable. After the world started to fall to pieces, SOS came in with the artificial sun, meaning many citizens from across the globe fled to South Africa, the only place that managed safety. I stepped over the wires carefully, lifting my boots. My short black bob hairstyle hanging on my shoulders in a neat cut. I was reaching towards the door on the left wall where all my equipment was kept, when my hat fell from head. I leaned down to pick it up, forgetting my place, just managing to grab my hat but my clumsy butt let me fall face forward, hands out in front of me, holding the hat. I lifted my self up, barley standing, with bent knees and then I saw it. The mistake that was never supposed to happen. The badge on my shoulder had cut a smooth line into one of the wires. It wasn’t like they had been perfectly kept and maintained up here for all these years; it should have been an easy fix. An easy fix would have been nice but like the society that controlled New Africa the cut was clean and almost irreversible but like me it was an accidental threat. The black covering hiding the metal strings inside tore apart and sparks flew from the rubber’s jagged edges. In a situation like this, a maintenance worker is supposed to flip the switch connected to the wire that has been broken and immediately evacuate the vicinity. I’m guessing you already knew, I couldn’t manage even that. I swear I could hear the voice of my late grandmother shouting at me, “Eva Nightingale, what in Sol have you done this time!?” If only I knew Gran. I reached for the flip but instead I hit the door handle open, crashing into the neat white room knocking tools all over the place. I shrieked as I hit my elbow on the table in the middle of the room. A wrench went flying past me with some screw drivers hitting other wires. Several sparks were now flying. I scrambled to stand again and thanked whoever was listening for the clean non slippery floors. I stepped directly into the wire I had cut open earlier and a shock rose through my leg into my gut, burning my skin. My leg started to go numb after tingling like crazy but I stretched my arm out toward the switches mounted on the wall. My finger barley reached it before I lost consciousness. My eyes would flicker open from time to time and I would see the roof above me crumbling. I recalled the last time something had happened up here, the person responsible wasn’t heard from for years. In fact I could never remember anyone mentioning her after the incident. The second time my eyes flicked open the roof was almost gone, sparks flew around my body and I could see the Sol. The Sun was right above me, held high on stilts. It looked like a plastic light from afar but up close I could see the energy circulating around the sphere. The third time I opened my eyes I had fully awoken and there were men in white suits pulling my small body up from the debris, shouting things at each other that I couldn’t make out. I guess all it took was one stupid mistake from a Rookie to unravel a fragile secret because as my numb body was carried out to the ocean, I could see the walls of the first floor build them selves up again with no help at all. I could see not a single face looking at me as I was carried past them, like I they couldn’t even see me at all. The men who carried me were silent like they knew they appeared as invisible. I tried to not slip out of consciousness, which became easy when we reached the water outside the perimeter of the city. We crossed through the perimeter, far from the houses and apartment buildings. A warm light hit my skin like the intensity of nothing I’d ever felt. My body was robbed of this feeling since birth. The men gently lay me on the sand pushing me into the waves. The intent was so clear when one man knelt down next to me and whispered in my ear, “The Society doesn’t need people like you who are as wild as the waves.” Then they all left and all I could do was lay there, my pupils shaking. Before the ocean swallowed me, I saw the clouds outside the city could part. Behind those clouds was something no one in this world would ever imagine seeing…It was the real Sun, not Sol. Wild and unpredictable, unlike anything in the Sol Society. I never lived long enough to contemplate the society I lived in. Not long enough to see how evil it was but the feeling I had when I saw the sun that revealed the lies every single being was told for centuries, I knew just how angry I was. My head slipped under the waves, sand passing over my lips ruining my hair, that was cut by the way the society wanted it. The water that ran over my body, shaped the way the society wanted it. I realised as I slipped deeper into the water that my mind was formed just the way the society wanted too. I only wished that once I was gone I could see the wild unpredictable nature that I heard of in stories. Even seeing the vast water I had fallen into was shocking. The amount of water no one ever dared to explore. Little broken shells scattered across the sand. I would wake up again one day but not as Eva Nightingale, Trainee of the SOS maintenance crew. I would open my eyes as whoever I wished to be, wether it be my Soul reborn or alive, washed up on foreign shores. I had seen the sun and even in death, I wanted to shine as bright as it could. Bright enough to burn The Society down
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