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Never Wake Up

BY VIVIAN Z.

On the calendar in a nearby house lies a series of swirly words glowing with bright red lines reading World War I on the date 1912. Eventually, those red words will evolve into a glowing and burning black hole in the calendar and turn it to ash.

A dusty wind blows the calendar forcing it to the year 1945. The year the calendar sees its fate.

Somewhere near the calendar, a town lies still and silent in the country of Japan. Nagasaki trains its people and gives them courage. Unfortunately, courage and training will not help you escape hell. Inside a nearby abandoned cabin, a highly developed radar with an eye and mind to infer the future shows an unknown blip while repeating a warning over and over hoping that someone can hear it and warn everyone: run, there’s no hope, no one can save you, just sleep and don’t wake up, never wake up. Silence.

 

 

Seven o’clock wake up, time to get up, march, march, march! Its August 3, 1945! Get up! March, march, march. Sang the bell of the military tower. As Nagasaki’s well-trained military troops marched out of their cabinets, the other side of town was still sleeping. Yes, that’s it, sleep and never wake up. Don’t wake up. Never wake up. Run. There’s no hope. No one can save you. Just sleep and don’t wake up.

            It’s seven-thirty! Still not up? Wake up! Keep on marching, guard those prisoners! Don’t let one escape! Not a single one. Nagasaki’s troops replied with a salute. The nearby town wakes up and its rosters croak loudly as if they were yawning. Run. There’s no hope. No one can save you. Just sleep and don’t wake up. Never wake up. The houses all clean themselves with a nice wash from the friendly hose and some soap for the windows. All houses and its people and roosters will suffer the same fate as the calendar in the nearby house.

Until this day, no one had ever lived a day easily trespassing or destroying Nagasaki. Nagasaki was no fool during the war. Nagasaki fought bravely and strongly. It trained itself day by day.  Upgrading his defense day by day. Nagasaki was strong, and no one dared mess with it, until this day. You can’t run. There’s no hope. No one can save you. Just sleep and don’t wake up. Never wake up.

            It’s eight o’clock! Time to eat! Time to eat! Stuff it down! Enjoy your breakfast! Enjoy your meal! Hell is closing in as Nagasaki hungrily and viscously gobbles down his food. In the village, Nagasaki’s houses resting in the shadows after an hour of sunbathing. Sleep soon. No more time. Sleep. Don’t wake up. Never wake up.

            It’s ten past eight! Go rest, sit on the grass, read a book, train, don’t care! Just rest, and enjoy your time! It’s a good day today Nagasaki! Enjoy! Nagasaki rests under the lazy sun enjoying the fresh breeze and the sound of chirping birds sitting on the dancing trees. Run. There’s no hope. No one can save you. Just sleep and don’t wake up. Never wake up.

It’s eight-fourteen; time to tra- The speaker was cut off by a buzzing and whirring sound. Abruptly an alarm goes off with long and short whirring noises. Nagasaki is confused! Its people are running around frantically, hiding. You can’t run. There’s no hope. No one can save you. Just sleep and don’t wake up. Never wake up. Nagasaki desperately tries to get up and run, but where to? Where to run? You can’t run. There’s no hope. No one can save you. Just sleep and don’t wake up. Never wake up. In the corner of Nagasaki’s sky falls a dot as small as the eye can see. Everything appears in slow motion from here.

A clock in the nearby house next to the calendar is constantly ticking, ticking. Each tick is a scene of the past; it all happened so fast. First of the large fast growing mushroom, then sound stops, everything stops. A burning sun burns the flesh and bone off Nagasaki. In a blink of an eye, the beautiful and strong Nagasaki turns to dust and experiences the true life of war and hell.

It’s eight-fifteen, time- Glass turns to liquid, concrete turns to dust, the living turns to ash, and Nagasaki goes to hell.

 

Silence. Horror. Hell. Death. You can’t run. There’s no hope. No one can save you. Just sleep and don’t wake up. Never wake up. You didn’t listen. You didn’t hear…. Silence.

 

 

~ Story dedicated to Japan for the nightmarish event of the atomic bombing on August 6 and 9 1945 ~

 

1 Comment

  1. Brightney Said,

    April 15, 2014@ 3:44 pm      

    I’ll do a drawing for this


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