Oh...just another 30 minute creative writing segment. This time we had to--- I don't know how to describe what we did. I literally just typed 4 different explanations and they were all confusing. He numbered us off. I was a 1 so I had to pick 2 historical characters that would never get along. I chose Ghandi and Joseph Stalin. Person 2 and 3 on either side of me had to give me a setting and a place, as weird as that sounds. Person 2 said "survival in chaotic world after nuclear attack" and Person 3 said "Boat" and we had to incorporate these 3 random things into a story. We all had different elements because we were all sitting next to different people...does that make sense??? Haha I hope so. Anyway, here it is:
The air around them is silent. The only noises that can be heard are the soft undulations of the waves against the side of the boat and the distant cries of motherless children and hungry parents. Stalin tried to brush the grime off his jacket but it only got worse when the dirt from his hand joined with the dirt on his sleeve.
“How did I get stuck on here with you?” Stalin snapped. The man was sitting cross-legged on the deck of the small boat, wearing only a robe. He doesn’t answer. “Of all people in the world…” Stalin mumbled under his breath. The man sighed and opened his eyes.
“Perhaps you should try meditation” Ghandi whispered playfully. Stalin indignantly turns his head and looks out across the sea. He watches the smoke and dust floating around what was once Europe. The land, now desolate, appeared to be stained with the blood of unnumbered bodies of his countrymen. It was this same scene all over the world. There was no where to run. No where to go. No where to hide. The only refuge he could find was the boat and even this wasn’t exactly a refuge. The old man was getting on his last nerve and, heaven help him, he was about to strangle this dirty scrawny person.
“Is there any food on this ship?” Stalin asked desperately. Ghandi merely smiled. He knew he was going to die but unlike Stalin, he could accept it. Besides, fasting was second nature to him and he was accustomed to going many days without eating. In this, his final moments, he didn’t yearn for food as his shipmate did. He yearned only for God.
Stalin looked around the boat for something clean to sit on. His suit had been brand new and freshly pressed when the sirens began to blare. He thought it was a fluke but as he looked to the skies, he saw them; little bullets raining from the heavens. They grew larger and larger and he knew what they meant, but he refused to accept the inevitable. He ran toward the sea, thinking it was his only escape. No one else was on the beach. All others sought shelter in their homes, with their families in this time of dire straits. He had no family; no friends. He never had. Those people who had his blood in their veins were unworthy of such an honor. He eliminated them all. The End was here, and everyone was just going to sit around and watch it happen, like dogs being whipped by their masters. But no. He wasn’t going to go like this. Not Joseph Stalin. He had glanced out across the waters just as he heard the first distant boom of nuclear missiles crashing to the ground. He remembered the way his eyes had fixed upon one lonely boat out on the water and he ran to it, his heart racing. What did he expect to find on that ship? Shelter? surely, and saftey? yes. Food? Perhaps. Somewhere inside him he hoped for a way out. If he survived this, he could rule the entire *world*. All knees would bow to him; “Praise Stalin, who conquered death. Praise Stalin who conquered all!” He closed his eyes and saw them all, the thousands and thousands of followers he would have when this war was over…and then his day dream abruptly ended. He took a breath and inhaled the smell of burning flesh and death. Such a natural, good smell... until it occurred to him that soon it would be his own flesh.
There you have it. I don't really think I like this one so much. I don't know why. Obviously it isn't done. I wrote a little more from Ghandi's point of view but I figured this was enough. I know there are issues with the past and present tense sprinkled throughout, so if I ever decide to like this story I'll have to play around with it some more to get that fixed. *Sigh* Better things to come.
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