Post by Scourge on Aug 17, 2013 18:59:38 GMT -5
di·vin·i·ty (di-vin-i-te)
1. A deity, such as a god or goddess.
The unfamiliar stench of fumes infiltrate your comfort zone, the distant shouts and pleas reverberating around the cold, plain corridor you hurried through with your distressed, tearful Father. You huffed with effort before you finally reached a familiar sight, Mama's Workplace. But something wasn't right, you couldn't hear the distant churning of the Machine's gears, nor was Mama coming out to greet you like she always did. You walked forward, curious, ignoring your Father's obvious wails as you pushed through the doors, he lunged forward to grab you. But it was too late.
The machine that once helped Mama make your clothing, sew carpets, even just provide thread to the needles was crushing her lower-form, shrapnel stuck firmly in her neck and collarbone, dried blood covering her exposed, punctured abdomen. You looked around at the other people standing there idly, their eyes glazed over with depression and arrogance. None of them was helping her. Instinctively, you shouted out, "A-a...Are you all such b-braindead mindless COWS you won't even assist her? Even God grants aid to the fucking man!" Your voice crackled, struggling to stay light as you scorned the workers, causing them to flinch and turn away. You ran forward yourself, your Father standing outside, not being able to bare the sight of his Wife like that. You began to tug and pull at the machine, although to no avail. A light, shaky grip closes around you wrist, Mama, your Mama pulling you closer.
"Stay divine...Never forget what's right."
The words were a rasp, a wisp even. Barely heard by your tender, frost-bitten ears. Then the grip on your wrist faded. You lunged forward, grasping onto her pale, lifeless form, shaking her slightly. The familiar memories of uncles, your Grandpa, even your only friend dying to the necessity and povety of this District caused you to whisper to her dead-weight.
"...Why...Why does everyone I care for just leave me."
1. A deity, such as a god or goddess.
The unfamiliar stench of fumes infiltrate your comfort zone, the distant shouts and pleas reverberating around the cold, plain corridor you hurried through with your distressed, tearful Father. You huffed with effort before you finally reached a familiar sight, Mama's Workplace. But something wasn't right, you couldn't hear the distant churning of the Machine's gears, nor was Mama coming out to greet you like she always did. You walked forward, curious, ignoring your Father's obvious wails as you pushed through the doors, he lunged forward to grab you. But it was too late.
The machine that once helped Mama make your clothing, sew carpets, even just provide thread to the needles was crushing her lower-form, shrapnel stuck firmly in her neck and collarbone, dried blood covering her exposed, punctured abdomen. You looked around at the other people standing there idly, their eyes glazed over with depression and arrogance. None of them was helping her. Instinctively, you shouted out, "A-a...Are you all such b-braindead mindless COWS you won't even assist her? Even God grants aid to the fucking man!" Your voice crackled, struggling to stay light as you scorned the workers, causing them to flinch and turn away. You ran forward yourself, your Father standing outside, not being able to bare the sight of his Wife like that. You began to tug and pull at the machine, although to no avail. A light, shaky grip closes around you wrist, Mama, your Mama pulling you closer.
"Stay divine...Never forget what's right."
The words were a rasp, a wisp even. Barely heard by your tender, frost-bitten ears. Then the grip on your wrist faded. You lunged forward, grasping onto her pale, lifeless form, shaking her slightly. The familiar memories of uncles, your Grandpa, even your only friend dying to the necessity and povety of this District caused you to whisper to her dead-weight.
"...Why...Why does everyone I care for just leave me."
