Fools Hope
Suicide. So this is how it would end. No great, glorious, dramatic death for me. I stare at the small but fatal leaf of bloodbane in front of me, and then at the man in the corner with a knife to his throat. It’s either eat the leaf and die or let him kill himself and the information that would save the world disappear forever. It’s too bad I won’t get any glorious campfire songs written about me, but if my life is the asking price for the revolution then so be it. With a steady hand I reach for the leaf and lock eyes with this world’s last hope. For a second he looks like he’s going to tell me to stop, to spare myself; but he says nothing, his mouth slightly agape. It was a fools hope I suppose. I watch a tear fall down his face as I place the leaf on my tongue. There will be others, I will not die in vain. This is what I tell myself as my consciousness slips, as I watch the Earth’s savior sanction my death, as the last thing I see is a fools hope.
#dystopian #flashfiction #future
in and of
They say that I am too young
Too young to write
Too young to create
Too young to matter
In their eyes
I am still a child
And although
Although it may feel like it sometimes
I am old enough to know right from wrong
And good from bad
Old enough to know
That some people are
too
far
gone
They may not be able to see it
But I do
Because in every lie there is
truth
In every death there is
life
And in hatred there is
love
They may not be able to see it
But I do
For in every unknown
There is reason