Unforseen Serendipity
A school project about the future.
Genre: Drama
Warnings: None. I hope.
Word Count: 526
It’s 2014 and people live. They live each day like the last, some people more productive than most, others not caring. It’s what we do, we live.
It’s 2016 and people still live. They still live each day like the previous, with no interest in tomorrow. They live today like another day. They hold onto the past, they hold on.
It’s 2019 and people continue to live. Some might still say it’s living, others believe were already dead. No one lives each day like it could be their last, because we just live in the past.
It’s 2020 and we survive. There’s not much else to do. We continue to ignore the signs, to escape reality. Because really, who wants to follow the rules?
It’s 2023 and we are still surviving. Some people can’t believe it, others still hitting the pub every night to wash out the memories, worries, keeping up a routine. It’s what we live for now.
It’s 2024 and people start to worry now. It’s not imaginary, it’s not closing in and it’s not a dream. This is reality. We live in the moment and we embrace tomorrow.
It’s 2025 and we are trying to change. Some think we’re dreaming, hoping that we will wake up one day and it’ll all be gone and everything will be okay.
It’s 2027 and we have made improvements. We expect it’s enough. We pray it’s enough. We hope we aren’t too late, and that everything can be normal again.
It’s 2028 and we lost.
The world is a different place. It really does feel like a dream now. Night is what keeps people sane. They know it comes, they depend on it. Sometimes people do crazy things at night; others take it in like a free shower, basking in its wake. Then morning comes, and it’s discouraging for most. People don’t like going outside anymore, staying in the comfort of their homes and family. Passing the time is just a job; it seems to be all people have. Then sleep comes, and the day has ended.
It’s 2030 and people run. We run until our legs give out, until all hope of continuing is just a small thought in our vacant minds.
We follow roads. We follow them until the end, until we reach a new destination, until we can no longer see clouds, mountains, civilization. We watch as the sun goes down on the never ending horizon. Each singular step is daunting, feeling as though gravity might give out on us. We keep going, we want to survive. Surviving is nature; wanting to survive has become second nature. We think of life year’s back, of what we could have done and changed. We cry, sobs echoing out miles into the emptiness that surround us.
There is a child sitting on the side of the road. She looks lost, distressed, arms wrapped around her slim legs. She is crying also. You walk up to her, and you hold out your hand to her. You think, ‘this is what you’re doing... this is what you’ve done.’
It’s now or never, and so you both run.
Genre: Drama
Warnings: None. I hope.
Word Count: 526
It’s 2014 and people live. They live each day like the last, some people more productive than most, others not caring. It’s what we do, we live.
It’s 2016 and people still live. They still live each day like the previous, with no interest in tomorrow. They live today like another day. They hold onto the past, they hold on.
It’s 2019 and people continue to live. Some might still say it’s living, others believe were already dead. No one lives each day like it could be their last, because we just live in the past.
It’s 2020 and we survive. There’s not much else to do. We continue to ignore the signs, to escape reality. Because really, who wants to follow the rules?
It’s 2023 and we are still surviving. Some people can’t believe it, others still hitting the pub every night to wash out the memories, worries, keeping up a routine. It’s what we live for now.
It’s 2024 and people start to worry now. It’s not imaginary, it’s not closing in and it’s not a dream. This is reality. We live in the moment and we embrace tomorrow.
It’s 2025 and we are trying to change. Some think we’re dreaming, hoping that we will wake up one day and it’ll all be gone and everything will be okay.
It’s 2027 and we have made improvements. We expect it’s enough. We pray it’s enough. We hope we aren’t too late, and that everything can be normal again.
It’s 2028 and we lost.
The world is a different place. It really does feel like a dream now. Night is what keeps people sane. They know it comes, they depend on it. Sometimes people do crazy things at night; others take it in like a free shower, basking in its wake. Then morning comes, and it’s discouraging for most. People don’t like going outside anymore, staying in the comfort of their homes and family. Passing the time is just a job; it seems to be all people have. Then sleep comes, and the day has ended.
It’s 2030 and people run. We run until our legs give out, until all hope of continuing is just a small thought in our vacant minds.
We follow roads. We follow them until the end, until we reach a new destination, until we can no longer see clouds, mountains, civilization. We watch as the sun goes down on the never ending horizon. Each singular step is daunting, feeling as though gravity might give out on us. We keep going, we want to survive. Surviving is nature; wanting to survive has become second nature. We think of life year’s back, of what we could have done and changed. We cry, sobs echoing out miles into the emptiness that surround us.
There is a child sitting on the side of the road. She looks lost, distressed, arms wrapped around her slim legs. She is crying also. You walk up to her, and you hold out your hand to her. You think, ‘this is what you’re doing... this is what you’ve done.’
It’s now or never, and so you both run.