A years worth of crops [Kendall]
Jul 2, 2013 10:54:54 GMT -5
Post by Gav on Jul 2, 2013 10:54:54 GMT -5
~Hunter Gem~
I had spent the whole day in the crop fields. It was hot, from the hour the sun rose, until now when it's setting. My jeans were caked with mud around my ankles and my hands were covered in filth. The garden wasn't the widest, but spanned around 15 feet across, which was around the average size (give or take a few feet) for a garden in district 11. The crops had done well recently, we had a decent amount of rainfall and sunshine this year. So the crops grew quickly. All the fruit were ready to be harvested so I picked them off of their leaves and gently placed them in my basket. When I was down to my last fruit, I looked at it for a moment and thought "These things are the only things keeping me healthy, and alive. It's a good thing I have them" I placed it into the basket and went inside.
The floor was cold on my moist feet. It was an odd feeling, as if I had just jumped into a puddle of water or washed my feet. My feet echoed across the ground as I made my way onto the second floor of the empty home. I looked in the bathroom for a bar of soap and then found it, sitting on top of a box on the floor "At least it wasn't on the ground" I think to myself. I wash my hands and feet with the bar of soap and water and think about those... People, that I used to know. I had chosen to forget about them, forget about my past life. They were reaped and I couldn't and still can't do anything about it. I know I can't forget about them, there's too many memories to forget about. Like when we all ran off into the woods and contemplated about leaving the district and starting new lives in a different district. Like that could've been possible. Or the last time I said goodbye. Little did I know I would never see them again. I sit there for a minute and then turn off the water. "Those were the good days." I say to myself quietly. I dry my hands and feet and decide to go outside. I climb out of the bathroom window and slide off of the roof. I land on the grass with a thud and sit there for a minute, in the exact spot we all used to sit. I shake the thoughts out of my head and walk over to where the front door is positioned and sit beside it, watching the other inhabitants of district 11 go on their merry ways. I know you can't hear me guys. But I miss you." I say to no one while looking at the clouds.
"I miss you."
I had spent the whole day in the crop fields. It was hot, from the hour the sun rose, until now when it's setting. My jeans were caked with mud around my ankles and my hands were covered in filth. The garden wasn't the widest, but spanned around 15 feet across, which was around the average size (give or take a few feet) for a garden in district 11. The crops had done well recently, we had a decent amount of rainfall and sunshine this year. So the crops grew quickly. All the fruit were ready to be harvested so I picked them off of their leaves and gently placed them in my basket. When I was down to my last fruit, I looked at it for a moment and thought "These things are the only things keeping me healthy, and alive. It's a good thing I have them" I placed it into the basket and went inside.
The floor was cold on my moist feet. It was an odd feeling, as if I had just jumped into a puddle of water or washed my feet. My feet echoed across the ground as I made my way onto the second floor of the empty home. I looked in the bathroom for a bar of soap and then found it, sitting on top of a box on the floor "At least it wasn't on the ground" I think to myself. I wash my hands and feet with the bar of soap and water and think about those... People, that I used to know. I had chosen to forget about them, forget about my past life. They were reaped and I couldn't and still can't do anything about it. I know I can't forget about them, there's too many memories to forget about. Like when we all ran off into the woods and contemplated about leaving the district and starting new lives in a different district. Like that could've been possible. Or the last time I said goodbye. Little did I know I would never see them again. I sit there for a minute and then turn off the water. "Those were the good days." I say to myself quietly. I dry my hands and feet and decide to go outside. I climb out of the bathroom window and slide off of the roof. I land on the grass with a thud and sit there for a minute, in the exact spot we all used to sit. I shake the thoughts out of my head and walk over to where the front door is positioned and sit beside it, watching the other inhabitants of district 11 go on their merry ways. I know you can't hear me guys. But I miss you." I say to no one while looking at the clouds.
"I miss you."
I liked it! mine is a little short... i have low muse]
