Posted in Posted by Emily Dickinson

Hello everyone,

It is just amazing how nature can give you so much inspiration. My family and I just got back from my grandparents 16 acre farm. Thankfully fall reaches Northern Florida! The leaves had all turned, and the skies were grey. The wind blew and it was chilly. And I had a 4+ hour drive in which time span I was able to create some of my story..... yet to have a name, *Now remember. I will most likely be changing parts of the story....*

Introduction

Light. Bright, piercing white light. Please....make it stop. Anyone. Just end it.....

The girl's eyes now adjusted to the pulsaating, electrical light. She could see, beyond her think eyelashes, the cold, metallic room, devoid of any originality save for a sign crudely made from an old file and duct tape, wich read "The corrupt shall be dealt with- KILL!" THe girl saw this. She knew that she was one of these 'corrupt', and that she would one day  be killed for her choices. And that's why she was here. In a prison cell. She had been on the Surface, scaveging for food, trying to stay hidden, but she had failed. Someone had seen her and sounded an alarm. Then the guards came. They captured her, mercilessly beating her. My face is still so painful she thought, as the wounds throbbed with her heart. And here she was, strapped into a defnctional electrical chair, used to mess with and torture the prisoners mind and emotions. Plenty of people had denounced their faith and trust in the Rider, manipulated into their decisions. But then again, even more had lost their lives because they made their choice crystal clear. The lost memories overwhlemed the girl, and tears formed in her bruised eyes, stinging them, and forming new ones from the pain.  Her red hair matted to the side of her face, but she was no less beautiful. Suddenly, the single metal door slamme dopen, and a severe looking officer strode in, looking very smug. His dark brown hair was cut very close to his head and he was clean shaven. Overall, he looked like a guy you would see on the Military channel. His aged eyes showed years of experience, along with a distrust for humans. This must be what got him as far as he has the girl thought.
"Well well well. What has the cat brought in? A scavenger, huh?" He chuckled at what must have been a personal joke, for the girl found no humor in it. He then pulled out a file from what appered to be nowhere. He flipped it open, and read off "Elsie Lewis Way...18 years old...." He looked up to her, and she glared back at him. I can't let him think that he has a stronger will! I can't let him crush me.When the offier saw her glare, he sighed.
         "Fine. If you won't do this the easy way, I'm willing to do it the hard way." He walked over to her, grinning, ans struck her face as hard as possible.The pain didn't come at first, but she could feel the onslaught making it's way through her veins. Then, all she saw was black...

I will post some more soon. By then, I'll probably have changed this part of the story! :D

-Emily Dickinson