September 15th, 2034 8:02 pm
Tomorrow, we go to war. The Cancelled will be there helping, also, and my hope is that we all live. Felix’s army seemed pretty impressive, but I believe that we’ll still win. Today we had a sendoff conference, and even lost a few members. Estupidos… Nicolas had another fit today during the conference — the usual.
I know I won’t live. But honestly, I don’t think many of us will. It’ll be the end of our world—right here, this dry and dusty desert known as Phoenix but what others call home. To me it’s a second home. And it’s about to be destroyed. Which is perfectly fine. It’ll be the end of living, breathing, laughing, training, working — the end of the little world we had created among ourselves.
The emergency lights just turned on right now, so I’ve to meet up with Tatiana and the others.
My last journal entry for the
last night of my world,
Annika Escalante
91534 20:11
YOU ARE READING
Creative Writing Collection
Short StoryJust a collection of my 18/23 minute free-writes I make in creative writing class for the first semester c: CWC is also now including 2nd semester work yay :D I hope you enjoy the uber rough work ~
