โค๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐คโค-Dystopian One-Shot
May 20, 2018 13:30:23 GMT -5
Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on May 20, 2018 13:30:23 GMT -5
(Hello, my name is Lynx, or I go by that! Anyways, this is โThe Ace of Spadesโ, a story about a girl named Serine, a young girl living in a eerie dystopia of war torn society, but a country that seperates itself from the world. Iโll warn before hand that this may have grammatical errors, as it was a speedwrite, and written on an I-pad. For those who are depressed, or easily disturbed, this does not have graphic depictions of death, but some sad themes. For those who disagree with the ideals projected, please just donโt read it or comment, it was written for fun, and with some of my ideals on the importance of unity Andy the dangers of not taking action. Please enjoy!)
That was, if the small black haired girl could ever catch a wink of sleep. She didnโt know what, but something seemed so terrible everyday she woke, and slowly it became a small insanity, a problem she could never configure, unsolvable and invisible. But she knew.
Growing up, Serine was the smart kid, seeing hints that what seemed real wasnโt, or that what seemed false was accurately true. So when she noticed that eerie peace started to spread following an era of fear, she knew that it was false, their utopia could never be.
It all began years before her birth, a series of wars spread like a disease, destroying the civilizations, families even. But after the deaths of thousands, the Country simply ignored it. A false utopia spread, and the once lightly depleted population boomed. Along with the boom came her, a child of peace, a child of love. But the world could never appreciate children, or people. They only appreciated themselves. Slowly the utopia fell, many families fell to starvation, while others ignored the signs of it. They continued ignoring others, focused on money, fame, eternal fortune for their bloodlines.
Itโs how the world broke. But the signs of the true corruption began when false kindness sparked. Each person received small gold bracelets, and aid to the broken communities came. Everyone lived like kings and queens. But it was unusual. Serine, though only at age 16 regognizes it as a major warning sign. Unlike most children, she refused to fund her euphoria, instead she was haunted by the actions and cruelty of those around her.
Murder, hate, killing each other for personal gain, to spread a message, it didnโt matter the cause. It still happened, and silently it was breaking her. Her family loved her, and her friends did too. That made her happy, but the world was breaking her.
The real world seems to break many.
Sitting upon a lavender couch within a nice but small abode sat Serine, in all her grey eyed glory, wearing a silver and grey hoodie and black pants. Her golden band knotted gently around her right arm, it was meant to be a sign of peace. Beside her was her older brother, featured edged with brunette hair and darker grey eyes, and her parents sitting nearby. She smiled lightly, looking at the golden bracelets each of them shared. Unity, but why was unity breaking?
Another sign, the bands werenโt what they seemed to her at first. They said it was meant to be unity, but was it unity if you were forced to wear it? What exactly was happening to the world? Or specifically, her country.
She didnโt know much about the world, they walled off her country from others, large, a โutopiaโ for only the โworthyโ but not the outsiders. While she didnโt understand it, so many thought they were better separate than they were united and equal. She followed it though, because what else could she do? Where else could she go? It seemed better the remain silent then to speak up, but perhaps that was a mistake.
So sitting with her family, she just stared at the large tv attached to the wall before them, watching silently as comedy played, and as everyone else ignored the true reality. She was bothered, but wasnโt everyone?
It was odd when a conference cut in, announcing a special announcement from the leaders of the country Themselves, more so known as the โCommitteeโ. When their voices filled the void of silence, their words were drowned in lace feathers to their ears, to everyonesโ at first.
That was, until bright lights filled the air, and looking around confused, Serine saw the golden bands had lit with color, red and green. Her brothers was lit green, so were her parents, and green was the only light she could see in the normally bland light colored room. Confused, she turned her attention back to the screen. Even her own was green.
The other clue, the last one, was weeks before when she spoke to her friends, she saw something unusual while passing the graveyard. For some reasons, part of the Committee had come out, digging empty burial places, and it lefther confused. Why? When she returned home, she researched it as well.
It it turns out all across the country they had been spotting it, but soon it came to be a distant memory as the committee released the bands, and more aid to everyone. When living elegantly, one tends not to worry so badly, do they?
So so now it made sense, the bands, the kindness, the hope, the lights, because as she stared at that screen before her, she felt sick.
It it turns out those with green bands were the living, but those with red were the dooms, and soon to be dead. โThe population,โ they said from the screen, voices blairing thick to her ears, โthe population needs cut down, we are overpopulated.โ
They went on to explain how the bands worked, the golden bands with green were infused with nothing, but those that flickered red had been tainted with poison. They kept justifying their false unity with saying that it needed to be done. They explained that the poison would hit soon, now that the bands were activated, and the deaths shouldnโt end too bad, or painful, but quick, like sleeping.
Afraid, Serine looked wildly at her family, assuring herself that - yes - they all had green flickering bands. But they were staring at her, as if she was some type of monster, or odd creature.
She shook her head, assuming they were as numb to it as she was. But sickened by it. But when no one spoke, she grew cautious, her gaze swinging over the green blazes, but freezing when one turned red.
Then a quick, sharp pain hit her wrist, and she flung her eyes down to it. Then it came to her that her nightmares were true, her suspicion was.
Maybe that hat made sense, that the world would be cruel enough to kill children, that the real world didnโt care, it wouldnโt do anything to stop it. Her last thoughts mumbled as she fell, listening to screams of her family.
It made sense that all along, her nightmares were her reality. They were the Ace of Spades.
โค The Ace of Spades โค
It was terrifying how lifelike nightmares could be. But when it came to dreams, Serine was always sceptical. Who could believe that a figment of imagination could ever be apart of reality? However, with nightmares the story was different. Nightmares reflected life, and anymore, it was all she ever dreamed of. That was, if the small black haired girl could ever catch a wink of sleep. She didnโt know what, but something seemed so terrible everyday she woke, and slowly it became a small insanity, a problem she could never configure, unsolvable and invisible. But she knew.
Growing up, Serine was the smart kid, seeing hints that what seemed real wasnโt, or that what seemed false was accurately true. So when she noticed that eerie peace started to spread following an era of fear, she knew that it was false, their utopia could never be.
It all began years before her birth, a series of wars spread like a disease, destroying the civilizations, families even. But after the deaths of thousands, the Country simply ignored it. A false utopia spread, and the once lightly depleted population boomed. Along with the boom came her, a child of peace, a child of love. But the world could never appreciate children, or people. They only appreciated themselves. Slowly the utopia fell, many families fell to starvation, while others ignored the signs of it. They continued ignoring others, focused on money, fame, eternal fortune for their bloodlines.
Itโs how the world broke. But the signs of the true corruption began when false kindness sparked. Each person received small gold bracelets, and aid to the broken communities came. Everyone lived like kings and queens. But it was unusual. Serine, though only at age 16 regognizes it as a major warning sign. Unlike most children, she refused to fund her euphoria, instead she was haunted by the actions and cruelty of those around her.
Murder, hate, killing each other for personal gain, to spread a message, it didnโt matter the cause. It still happened, and silently it was breaking her. Her family loved her, and her friends did too. That made her happy, but the world was breaking her.
The real world seems to break many.
Sitting upon a lavender couch within a nice but small abode sat Serine, in all her grey eyed glory, wearing a silver and grey hoodie and black pants. Her golden band knotted gently around her right arm, it was meant to be a sign of peace. Beside her was her older brother, featured edged with brunette hair and darker grey eyes, and her parents sitting nearby. She smiled lightly, looking at the golden bracelets each of them shared. Unity, but why was unity breaking?
Another sign, the bands werenโt what they seemed to her at first. They said it was meant to be unity, but was it unity if you were forced to wear it? What exactly was happening to the world? Or specifically, her country.
She didnโt know much about the world, they walled off her country from others, large, a โutopiaโ for only the โworthyโ but not the outsiders. While she didnโt understand it, so many thought they were better separate than they were united and equal. She followed it though, because what else could she do? Where else could she go? It seemed better the remain silent then to speak up, but perhaps that was a mistake.
So sitting with her family, she just stared at the large tv attached to the wall before them, watching silently as comedy played, and as everyone else ignored the true reality. She was bothered, but wasnโt everyone?
It was odd when a conference cut in, announcing a special announcement from the leaders of the country Themselves, more so known as the โCommitteeโ. When their voices filled the void of silence, their words were drowned in lace feathers to their ears, to everyonesโ at first.
That was, until bright lights filled the air, and looking around confused, Serine saw the golden bands had lit with color, red and green. Her brothers was lit green, so were her parents, and green was the only light she could see in the normally bland light colored room. Confused, she turned her attention back to the screen. Even her own was green.
The other clue, the last one, was weeks before when she spoke to her friends, she saw something unusual while passing the graveyard. For some reasons, part of the Committee had come out, digging empty burial places, and it lefther confused. Why? When she returned home, she researched it as well.
It it turns out all across the country they had been spotting it, but soon it came to be a distant memory as the committee released the bands, and more aid to everyone. When living elegantly, one tends not to worry so badly, do they?
So so now it made sense, the bands, the kindness, the hope, the lights, because as she stared at that screen before her, she felt sick.
It it turns out those with green bands were the living, but those with red were the dooms, and soon to be dead. โThe population,โ they said from the screen, voices blairing thick to her ears, โthe population needs cut down, we are overpopulated.โ
They went on to explain how the bands worked, the golden bands with green were infused with nothing, but those that flickered red had been tainted with poison. They kept justifying their false unity with saying that it needed to be done. They explained that the poison would hit soon, now that the bands were activated, and the deaths shouldnโt end too bad, or painful, but quick, like sleeping.
Afraid, Serine looked wildly at her family, assuring herself that - yes - they all had green flickering bands. But they were staring at her, as if she was some type of monster, or odd creature.
She shook her head, assuming they were as numb to it as she was. But sickened by it. But when no one spoke, she grew cautious, her gaze swinging over the green blazes, but freezing when one turned red.
Then a quick, sharp pain hit her wrist, and she flung her eyes down to it. Then it came to her that her nightmares were true, her suspicion was.
Maybe that hat made sense, that the world would be cruel enough to kill children, that the real world didnโt care, it wouldnโt do anything to stop it. Her last thoughts mumbled as she fell, listening to screams of her family.
It made sense that all along, her nightmares were her reality. They were the Ace of Spades.
