Creative Writing Story

Sean McCann
Creative Writing
20 Page Story
Per. 4
May 13, 2011

Entry #1: Awakening
June 24th, 2034. Estimated time: 8:30am
As I sink, into a world which has become my home, I ponder the idea of growing; alone. I dream of your blank face, of which I’ve yet to see. These thoughts, these nights are fucking haunting me. I need to get far from all of this, but it’s not going away. Trapped in this emotional affliction, I have nowhere else to turn. I just want this to fucking end. I want all of this to end.
How ironic. That was my last entry into my journal I kept. I’m starting a new one now, in this new life, a barren wasteland of a life. It seems appropriate since nothing is the same, it all ended like I wished. I just recently recovered. My memory is faded due to head injury on an unfortunately placed shelf. I remember a lot, but not much about myself, not even my name. Searching for a wallet, or some type of identification; I became re-aware to what just happened. I un-latched a steel screen that covered the only window I allowed myself to have. Ashes clouded the sky in a cold blanket; cold with the screams of the wounded. The flames of the inferno crackled as it burned down our hopes. Sometimes hope is all you have. When it’s gone, you’re left with nothing. People take hope for granted a lot of times. We’re all hopeless. Few were walking, some were injured and many were either dead, or close to it. I was one of the lucky ones. Shielded by the hatch I prepared for myself, I managed to survive, obviously. Other than the memory loss, minor cuts and bruises were suffered due to me stumbling around at the initial shock of the blast. Yet again, I find myself looking for anything to tell me who I am. Reading the previous journal was useless. It was more like a diary apparently; this will be different. I hope to keep a detailed account of my quests during this period of history. For now, I will remain nameless until more information is gathered.

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