Hey guys, for my writing course I had to do this exercise in which you select a famous historical event and then write about it from the point of view of a character that has hardly ever been heard from before and I wanted to share mine, so here it is:
Let me know what you think!
Pleasant. That was the only word I can use to describe my life. From the day I was conceived, the people at the factory thought I was nothing short of a miracle so I never wanted for attention after my birth. I had no complaints about my existence apart from the barrage of scientists who performed those tests on me to make sure I worked properly which was a daily occurrence in my life. Existence was simpler back then.
Then one day they said that I was ready to be used but for what purpose I had been made, I did not know. Had that knowledge been made privy to me, I may have put up more of a fight but as I had never left my home before, I felt it would be a unique opportunity for me to see the world. Little did I know that the journey would culminate in my death.
Then the next thing I knew, I was on a plane. What I didn’t know was why they decided to have me spirited away. The cold blackness of my surroundings did nothing to improve my mood as I waited in the foreboding darkness of my compartment. Time became irrelevant, as the length of the flight had distorted my sense of reality. I didn’t know how long I had been flying but the plane eventually began to slow down.
I felt the excitement of possibility building up as I would finally be able to gaze upon the outside world after knowing nothing but the factory walls my whole life. As the plane slowed to a near stop, a hatch below me suddenly opened and I felt myself plummeting towards the Earth. I could do nothing to stop myself from falling as gravity pulled me down. Faster and faster I went until my head thudded on the ground as I landed in the middle of a busy Japanese town. There was nothing I could have done.
When my head collided with the ground the nuclear warhead inside me exploded and the city became enveloped in great black mushroom cloud. The people near the blast radius died instantaneously. They were the lucky ones. People further away from the explosion had very little time to register what had happened and as word spread of the disaster, the panic on the streets was nothing short of chaotic.
Then the rain started. It was black, viscous, acidic rain which caused flesh to sizzle and melt upon impact causing the air to become thick with the scent of roast pork mingled with the smell of smoke from the pendulous mushroom cloud still lurking in the sky. Why had they created me only to kill me merely minutes after I had experienced the promise of freedom, I’ll never know. For not only my life, but the lives of thousands of Japanese people were ended that day – and it would forever be my fault.
Then one day they said that I was ready to be used but for what purpose I had been made, I did not know. Had that knowledge been made privy to me, I may have put up more of a fight but as I had never left my home before, I felt it would be a unique opportunity for me to see the world. Little did I know that the journey would culminate in my death.
Then the next thing I knew, I was on a plane. What I didn’t know was why they decided to have me spirited away. The cold blackness of my surroundings did nothing to improve my mood as I waited in the foreboding darkness of my compartment. Time became irrelevant, as the length of the flight had distorted my sense of reality. I didn’t know how long I had been flying but the plane eventually began to slow down.
I felt the excitement of possibility building up as I would finally be able to gaze upon the outside world after knowing nothing but the factory walls my whole life. As the plane slowed to a near stop, a hatch below me suddenly opened and I felt myself plummeting towards the Earth. I could do nothing to stop myself from falling as gravity pulled me down. Faster and faster I went until my head thudded on the ground as I landed in the middle of a busy Japanese town. There was nothing I could have done.
When my head collided with the ground the nuclear warhead inside me exploded and the city became enveloped in great black mushroom cloud. The people near the blast radius died instantaneously. They were the lucky ones. People further away from the explosion had very little time to register what had happened and as word spread of the disaster, the panic on the streets was nothing short of chaotic.
Then the rain started. It was black, viscous, acidic rain which caused flesh to sizzle and melt upon impact causing the air to become thick with the scent of roast pork mingled with the smell of smoke from the pendulous mushroom cloud still lurking in the sky. Why had they created me only to kill me merely minutes after I had experienced the promise of freedom, I’ll never know. For not only my life, but the lives of thousands of Japanese people were ended that day – and it would forever be my fault.
Let me know what you think!
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