• Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

Original Writing: Dystopia

Extracts from this document...


Hope? He laid there, cold and confused. His long brown hair matted to the split ends that had become stiff and frozen with a white crisp layer all over. Disgraceful cloths covered his body, all one colour now but before his joyful and vivid personality shined through. Although his trainers were on, his feet touched the ground when he walked. So many years of walking on hard ground had slowly worn them away. An odious cent lingered in the small room, some from the boy and some from the feces that covered the stone floor. The room sat bare, nothing but the boy had been inside. No windows, no door just a simple abundant hole present in the room. Although the hole was so big, nothing but the boy passed through. The hole led into a tunnel that became progressively smaller, the boy did not have to struggle however he was so minutely thin now. ...read more.


He instantaneously finished the job; making enough room to get his head up to land. A rush of energy stimulated his body; he laid on the cold, padded land taking time to recover. The body desolate in a wide open space. His teeth cracked together, shivers spread throughout his body. Lethargically he took to his feet. Eyes adjusted the sun so strong yet not a significant amount of radiation reached the planet to make it feel appreciably warm. That time had passed. The snow covered everything. Vegetation was so spare and living things were a distant memory of the past. The boy often thought he would die and that would be the end of the human race. Isolated, barren unoccupied land had only one landmark left; this was how the boy found his way back to the vile room he ventured from. The water source the boy used was the confluence of two rivers, he had used it for all his life until this happened. ...read more.


Jeopardy hit the boy when he looked around the withdrawn space, he realised he would never see the light of day again. He felt his soul leaving his body. He fell to the floor taking an enormous breath as he did. He had difficulty breathing out as his tongue was in the way. Coughing vibrated the room, he was choking and no one could help. The boy's spine crippled and toes curled in as he tried to gain oxygen. The struggling commenced for what seemed like many minutes for the boy but in reality only one minute. Finally his heart ceased along with the pain of life had condemned on the boy. That was the end of life on Earth. No other organism was alive. The temperature continued to minify as did the hope of the planet. Continual winter made the world hellish for another three billion years until the sun could no longer be seen and the land was in complete darkness. There was no longer any hope. ?? ?? ?? ?? Dystopia ...read more.

The above preview is unformatted text

This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our University Degree Creative Writing section.

Found what you're looking for?

  • Start learning 29% faster today
  • 150,000+ documents available
  • Just £6.99 a month

Not the one? Search for your essay title...
  • Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

See related essaysSee related essays

Related University Degree Creative Writing essays

  1. Creative Writing Piece - Obsession

    So I became immersed in my science projects and assignments instead. I didn't get the best grade at the end of my second year, especially in my chemistry module. But that was understandable. I could not turn the entire thing around in three months.

  2. Creative writing.

    you falls just the way you wish, for the better of the good. Contact me once you have finished finding out what that is." Severus didn't answer, only nodded. Lupin stood up and departed, thoughts running through his head. -So students are getting sick...but what's the connection?- Several months roled

  1. Making Paradise Now

    for the decline of the church in England and much of Europe. They have so long concentrated on the philosophies and sciences of theology that the pastors have lost their ability to really communicate with their congregation and show them why Christianity is relevant to a modern society.

  2. corpus and concordance in comparing grammar in both speech and writing

    in this example is medical, which indicates declarative sentence. In this example (play) means, manipulation or tricking somebody. 3- 'play! Rugby union, I play.' the position of (play) in the last example is final, which means in this case practise the game. In written corpus, the occurrences of (play)

  1. Marian is a 37 year old female who appears to be from a middle ...

    So we, it all went very well but I was, we had an open coffin (inaudible) and I'm standing in front of that coffin and I cried and I cried and I cried. Now I can honestly say that I, I did not love my mother (Co: hmm), I did not.

  2. Gloria - creative writing.

    He had been very quiet that night in Corby Welch Page 2 English 101 Term Paper April 26th, 2002 spite of our impending trip to Las Vegas in nine days. Very calmly and seemingly without predetermination he turned to me and said, "There is something I have been holding back.

  1. Until the End of Time.

    This was the final album released by Shakur while alive. On September 7, 1996 Shakur was gunned down after leaving a Tyson boxing fight in Las Vegas. He suffered four shots to the chest and was hospitalized. He died on September 13, 1996 at the age of 25.

  2. Autobiographical piece and reflective commentary. December 5th, 2009. I am standing in the ...

    Most of the time he wasn?t even apologetic. Look what I had made happen. All my fault. Something inside me was at war. I could not reconcile the Dr Jekyll I had first met with the Mr Hyde he became during those drunken, angry moments.

  • Over 160,000 pieces
    of student written work
  • Annotated by
    experienced teachers
  • Ideas and feedback to
    improve your own work