Steel Marks

Story: Chapter One

Poem: The Plight of The World

Poem: The Way of Water

Slam Poem: Yukon's Cherry Coke Phobia Experiment

Slam Poem: 13 Steps to Successfully Kidnap Someone

CHAPTER ONE

“TYLER, WAKE UP NOW” my alarm screaming at me. I needed to start working on the project anyways. I got up from the dirty desk I was sitting at and decided that I should probably get to work on the project. The room was also a big mess, the 4 walls filled with white boards and papers, the floor covered with wrappers and more papers, and the tables filled with old and run down technology, most of it not of use anymore. The ceiling fan spinning slowly creaking at me to finish the job.

I open my phone to check up on the daily events (mostly to see how much time I have left) and then get to the job. On the news that was projecting onto the dirty walls of the lab was the reporters showing footage of the wall disintegrating all of china to india. I put the halocast back down and sighed a long heavy one. I must be on my way now. I stood up and went to the door where my jean jacket was hanging. I hung up the lab coat I was wearing grabbed my things from it because I will never wear that coat again and walked out the door.

In the lot where everyone used to park their cars was mine. I could see the wall coming closer and closer even from my location far away from the thing. I went over to my Mercedes Benz W116 450 SEL 1973 and got in. I drove far until the gas gage was low. I pulled out of the lab with my car, it was a very dark day. The clouds covered the sun dreadily with a darker glow that indicated that it was probably going to rain. We need the rain but it’s going to be annoying.

Driving along those fields and pastures outside of all the cities is nice. I pulled into the gas station that started to fill the Mercedes and went inside. There was a strange sense of oddness in the gas station. It was one out in a small town though so maybe it was normal? The lights were all out except for a single one that was above the cash register and the entire place had a eerie sense to it.

There was a TV on the corner wall on the back side of the counter for the registers, probably meant for security cameras but it was playing a breaking news report. The one that went off seven years ago when the wall appeared.

It got me thinking about that time long ago. Seven years ago the wall came and ruined the world. It started on the east coast of North and South America and moved all the way through it in the first four years. Once it had wiped all of that continent out it moved across the ocean and evaporated all the water. That happened in the last two years. This year alone it moved throught all of Japan, China, Mongolia, north and south Korea, Laos, Vietnam, Thailand, Taiwan, the Philippines, Cambodia, Myanmar, Bangladesh and Bhutan. From the point of it destroying the Americas it is known as existence.

Currently Europe and Africa are the only pressumably safe contienents to be at now. Everywhere else is abandend. Comming back to out of that mental state of seeing the TV made me uncomfortable. I grabbed the food that looked not bad from the gas station and left again trying to run away from the death that existance is bringing to us.

Driving further and further away going from small town to small town now and occasionally the bigger cities but they were all lonely and desolate. Everything in the world is sad and dark now. Theres nothing good coming from it anymore. Driving away from all of it, running further and further.

On the what felt like the millionth day of just driving in my old car I came across a miracle. I was driving along the lonely roads thinking about my old life, the one where existance wasn’t there and I saw a break in the long blanket of grey clouds that covered the sky. I immediately wanted to go to that break to feel the sunlight that shone down on everything that was visible. As I got closer to the that wondrous break in the clouds I found something that surprised me very much. There was a town.

Not just a normal sad desolate town either, it was a thriving upbeat happy town. It was amazing. The sky was shining a beautiful bright blue and the houses were all looked after with cut lawns and fresh paint. There were children playing in the yards having a fun time with there friends while the parents were sitting by a grill watching the food to make sure it didn’t get burned. I was driving around and through the town for hours and hours looking on its pleasant beauty and then the Mercedes broke down in the middle of the street.

A woman came to see if I needed help. She bad a good build with long ginger hair. My windows were down so she could see me sitting in the car. She called out a hello from the sidewalk and walked towards me.

“Hello” I answered trying to sound the most normal I could be. “Are you ok?” she asked.

“Yes I’m perfectly fine” I replied, “I think the battery on the car died, nothing to bad.”

“Well thats good to know that it isn’t anything lethal to the car” she said as she was still walking up to me. “Yeah its good” I said.

“Do you want to use my battery charger or are you just going to sit there in your car forever?” the woman asked. “My name is Becca by the way. My house is just over here.”

I pulled into the driveway of the lovely home that Becca had and put the cables onto the cars battery. Becca asked me to come inside but I stayed out with my car waiting for the battery to charge. Being there in that place made me forget that existence was going to come and wipe it out eventually. The battery got charged and becca didn’t want me to leave but I wanted to go and drive around the town.

“Have fun driving around imagination.” she said waving as I left.

It was fun driving around the town seeing the things that are so foreign to the world today, normality. Why would anyone want to leave this heaven when there was nothing that could hurt you here, no danger from existance. I went to the local diner to get some real food for once instead of the scraps that I’ve been getting from the abandoned places that I go through running away from existence.

The diner was one of those old 50’s style kind of diner with good food and very pleasant people. The town is small but comforting in a way. It gives a sense of protection. Whenever you’re there you are safe. Existence can’t get you there.

I went back to Becca’s home because she is the only person that I truly knew and I didn’t even really know her that much either. Becca welcomed me in anyways. We talked for awhile about life and I soon realized that she didn’t seem to know about existence coming to wipe them out. It was a nice change of mindset.

Further into the year I gained more and more friends around the neiborhood and adapted to my new life. A better life, there was no talk of existence anywhere. As years went on I started to forget about the impending doom that existence brought upon the world.

Seventeen years passed and the day was the same like every other in this utopia. The sky was blue the houses were neat and clean and there was a big wall coming fastly towards the town. The blackness has returned.

THE PLIGHT OF THE WORLD

Criticizing; Being criticized

Becoming the one who give the bad

And the one who receives the bad

You take it with a grain of salt

It can never truly affect you,

Your body. Only when you drink the water

You threw that salt into

It will effect your spirit if

You say the wrong things

At the wrong time

In the wrong moment

Everything in the world has a problem

Like the population or the hunger

The climate and the oceans

Once blue Now turned into a pile

Of muck and slop for the ecosystem

To soak in and accept the inevitable

Death that the species bring

On the suffocating society of today

The society where everyone is flawed

Has wrong mindsets and ideologies

In a way or another

With the new ones becoming more

And more attached to the idea

That the world is perfect inside

Of all its insecurities

THE WAY OF WATER

Walking along the paved path

Looking at the green grass,

Cut to perfection. Ducks quacking

Swimming in the heaven they reside in

Along side their brother swans

And sister geese

Winds whispering to the water

Flowing in the path it’s leading

Splashing against the rocks

Giving the smell of coming rain

Trees towering far above

Showing their image in the water

Watching the pond flow,

Further and further down until it drains