“You truly don’t believe me?” the little boy asked the grimacing grown-up. “Oh little child, you have much to learn about truth and lies!” the adult replied mockingly. “But it was on the news! Dinosaurs are alive again!” exclaimed the child preposterously. The adult groaned. He thought that the child was living in a fantasy of his own. “You’d have to be an absolute fool to believe that!” the adult shouted. Suddenly, screams erupted from around the streets, and a loud thumping noise followed.
A dinosaur stared right at the fear-stricken adult’s face…
“Wha-where am I?” The girl with auburn hair muttered. She was enclosed in a steel room, with an unknown light source making the room bright. Suddenly, a glass, soundproof window appeared at her right. She saw two humans, in lab coats, talking to each other. Thankfully, I can read lips. The girl thought. She peered at their lips, but at that moment, a door appeared. One of the scientists stepped into the room. “Where am I?” The girl asked, firmly, for an answer. The scientist hesitated, then he said, “Lab 1407. Here to make the world a better place by ‘implanting ideas greater than before’.” The girl did not have to think about what the man said. “You brainwash people?” The man did not answer. “What is my name?” The girl asked. “You have no name.” The man answered firmly, as he began to walk out of the room. “Gonna have to do it again.” The girl, knowing that they were about to brainwash her again, swiftly shouted, “At least tell me your name!” The man stopped abruptly and turned around. His eyes darken, and a frown emerged on his face. “I do not have a name. No one does.”
What will happen today, Will change everything forever. For what has just begun, The Revelation.
Through the war-shrouded lands, And the oily, black seas, Through fields of battle and terrible drought, Here comes, The Revelation.
At the push of a button, The world in its mercy. What used to be good, Has turned to darkness, for here comes The Revelation.
Days of happiness and imagination, With graceful, elegant, butterflies soaring through the wind. Oh those days of youth, Fall to their knees, for here comes The Revelation…
“I WILL GIVE YOU A CHANCE…” The person gone crazy says. “And then I’ll get you!”
He begins to count down.
“Ten.”
My feet begin to move.
“Nine.”
My eyes bulge to find a hiding spot.
“Eight.”
My mind is boggled, what-ifs being all the craze.
“Seven.”
Heart thumps.
“Six.”
Mouth quivers.
“Five.”
Sweat soaks.
“Four.”
Eyebrows twitch.
“Three.”
Legs impulse forward.
“Two.”
Hair spins in the skip.
“One!”
Hands grasp the pole.
“Your time is up. Better run!”
Feet stagger, down to their clasp…
I grab my sister’s cold hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly, her face showing no signs of emotion whatsoever. Then we jump. Down to the very depths of the cliff, the air brushing against our faces.
“Kids! Time to eat!” Mom shouts from the kitchen.
My sister and I take off our VR glasses and head downstairs.
“Dear Poise,
You have been selected to participate in the Hunger Games. You can bring one—but only one non-lethal item.”
The letter reads. I quickly know what I must bring. I bike out of my house, and to the bakery, where I order—a giant breadstick! It is a breadstick of imagination, A breadstick of hope, A breadstick of survival, And a breadstick of quenching unruly hunger. Indeed this is what I shall bring, To survive the deathly reign of the Hunger Games.
Where am I?
“Well that certainly is a dumb question!” A voice booms over speakers.
I’m behind a podium, with other people here. I don’t remember anything; how I got here, or who am I…
“Shush up! We’re about to start recording! Audience coming!” It says again, practically reading my mind.
I look at my surroundings, other people standing there. Tied up behind ropes, as well on the weird podiums.
The podiums have a big red button on the centre. Their purpose I fret not, for I must figure this out…
“And now… Welcome back to another episode of The Greatest and most treacherous Gameshow!” The apparent announcer states loudly. whisper softly
Cameras glance at the people and I, and ME-37’s fill the audience seats. The robots—which I could somehow remember about—were indeed realistic, almost human-like.
A screen hovers over everything, and stays in place as it just reaches in front of us. It powers on, and I see a strange, almost corrupt, human. His face glitching and trembling, as if it were freezing. The screen was double sided, so the audience and us, the people, could see the screen. I guess the person on the screen is the announcer.
“As you know, faithful audience, our prematurely selected contestants will have to answer plenty questions, solve riddles and puzzles, survive obstacles, all against each other! So don’t you even-EVEN think about friendship.”
The audience giggles loudly, as if they were amused at what the announcer said.
“But, whoever wins the top spot, will be free and get their memory back! Otherwise, if you lose, you stay here FOR ETERNITY until you do win!” The announcer states ruthlessly, as if he were a puppet master.
This explains everything now! Well, not all precisely. I believe we have been brainwashed somehow, but how? And why were WE elected? I can’t grasp at my memory to remember anything at all.
“Hello? Calling planet Tester-1834? Are you even listening?” The announcer asks, pointing at me.
“I am not your “Test Subject lalalala” of sorts,” I say. “I am a human being, who should rightfully be at home, and not randomly abducted for a dumb gameshow.” I thought all the competitors would agree with me, but they merely hid in fear.
“Oh you little piece of filth, you think YOU are better than me? Keep on dreaming, you measly humanoid!” The announcer says chuckling menacingly. “You little party-spoiler. I think it’s time for a DEEPER brainwash! Take him away!”
I jump up, noticing I am out of the ropes that were tying me, as robots launch at me.
“Ooh a tough one we have here ey? I’ll open the hole then!”
Suddenly, a hole opens right beneath my feet, and I’m sent tumbling down to the ground.
And that is how I spent 7 more years of my life in that gameshow, until I finally won to find myself, Back at the gameshow again…
(To be a Novel soon!)
I have a thing I truly must state, Something of utmost importance indeed. What I shall say will leave you, Utterly amused, while I lead.
Come by the coffee shop at noon, And I shall be there. You can make it, I believe, Come here to the blonde espresso’s lair.
When the clock strikes six, And when the streets shall close, Truly I’ll be there, With a confession of truth.
A confession of love, A confession of hope, A confession of forevermore happiness, A confession of marriage.
