Life with the Wheat
Chapter 1: Falls with the Season
Skies were dark and stars were bright, For many years I saw this sky realized of how beautiful it was. A farmer boy, with brown hair, blue eyes, and light skin. That laid on the trunk of a tree as blades of grass tickle between his fingers. His mind began to dose into a state of wonder. Lost in the sky his eyes became heavy, slowly succumbed into a sleep. The clouds drift slowly thought the sky casting large shadows over hills and plains of corn and wheat. People in the distance left working on the dirt. Life was easy, Nothing happens in a farmers work time. Everything is usually the same, us villagers just lay around, tend animals, grow crops, and find more ways to live humbly. These are the activities that they do everyday in the days of their village. Tho, times like these can only last for so long. The land began to dry as dust raised. Farmers and families became homeless starving in the streets with roads full of dusts and emptiness.
Farmers who thrived in abundance of food and wealth, now dying with the abuse of the land. Now the Superiors of the country began to suffer as well. Monarchy have frequent anarchy as soldiers started to rebel to their own king. For many those who thought that they had power are now falling to those who are starving.
Government’s began to suffer in extreme losses of deprived food and population. The two superpowers of the world that upheld peace now face each other as enemies. Both powers desired only one thing, soil. Everywhere worldwide of the countries land was all used up, creating a worldwide dust bowl unable to grow vegetation with the massive dust cloud that covered the skies for years. Farmers and young boys were armed to fight the growing wars, as it became more intense by the second. The two superpowers began to launched millions of men across the country. fighting for the last bit of land that wasn’t been touched. For many this is the sign for salvation. The boy had awaken from dream, sleeping the under bunk with the room of trenches and fox holes. Heavy booms fell with shells of artillery, bullets fly over the comrades of the fallen explosion of debris scatter around the fields. He hears the acts of war rage outside, knowing once I step out I’ll die.
A alarm blares across the conjunction of halls waking all the men. Warning that there is a gas leak under the rooms they must exit before it explodes. Steam and gas started to burst under the cracks of the concrete floors and walls. Knowing that the place of safety is now a death trap. If they do get out alive they still have to run into the deaths of war machines and guns.
Young boys and Men started to accept the death of the room. Some stayed in bed wishing for this nightmare to end quickly. Red alarms quickly started faded as the green mist melted everything that is engulfed in the cloud. They all escaped through a metal exit, sealing the deadly acidic cloud in its place. Trapped in a closet full of men, knowing that had death lingering near. The boy found a piece of chalk and paper, feeling that is his last moment he wrote his will. He wrote.
Dear Salvina, 08.29.XXXX
Salvina, I want to see you for the last time before I die. Death lingers over me and the others waiting for us on the other side of the door. We are trapped withing a storage unit, 6 men including me came out alive. As our other comrades died into a instantaneous death. 54 died as us 6 are sitting here waiting for help, tho I still hear battlefield roar right above us. I feel the ground shake as artillery came down. Gunshots and men scream in pain and death on ceiling above them. Heavy thumps of dead fall one after another. It is scary, I am glad that you did not come to this retched war. All you will see is corpses of the fallen from comrades to enemies both alike same with the cold dead expression
of one lost of the soul. Maybe soon, I will experience the same of my own. Salvina, The one thing I wished for you is happiness, once you achieved this you will bring me great happiness as well. This is the last good bye I might say, but if this letter gets to anyone, please, deliver this after my death.
From your Beloved,
Alvan
He drops the paper and chalk , giving a big sigh and a last gulp of air. He closed his eyes and waited for his death. The door slowly melted as the green gas seeped through the cracks. Finally the end came those of the fallen.
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