A few days ago we had a story writing competition back in office..... The situation provided was - "A beautiful day and i was enjoying my stroll in the park with the breeze" and we had to build a story on that...
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The Last Man on Earth...
A beautiful day and i was enjoying my stroll in the park with the breeze. I heard someone calling me from back and when i turned - I could see no body. My body was trembling with fear, and sweat was dripping all over my face, because I knew no one could have called me as I was the last man alive on earth…!
I carefully crept past the tall deserted buildings of Manhattan , most of them in shackles and dusty as it had been more than 13 years since a single person stepped into or out of them. This morning walk that I took was my routine which I followed since the last 13 years before which the greatest ever disaster shook humanity when the third world war saw two big democratic superpowers go head on head and the largest ever nuclear missile that was developed, got misfired and totally destroyed mankind off the face of earth. I don’t know whether to call it my destiny or misfortune, that I happened to work off the coast of Antarctica as a deep sea explorer, where the nuclear waves never reached sparing my life.
I reached home after my nostalgic morning walk. It had been a long gruesome, agonizing 13 years where I spent my life in total solitude back home, and did not have a soul to talk with or share my distress. There had been plentiful of everything that a man could ask for – money, food of all kinds –tinned, canned, absolutely nil traffic on the otherwise bustling roads of Manhattan, too much space to live in, the entire world at my disposal, but there was not a soul to whom I can share my feelings.
I had made all desperate efforts through worldwide radio signaling, TV broadcasts, just to check out whether there could be alteast one other living person whom I can contact and share my solitude and all that had been in vain for the last 13 years.
I opened my diary and the page read “26 November, 2065” and i started writing-
“I knew that with me dead , will come the end of the term called humanity. All theories of God and Religion have become null and void and are mere hypothecations. Science after all has proved itself, as man was but a mere by-product of the big bang. I have reached the summit of my desperation and I am going to end my life with it”.
I closed my diary, took a full 360 degree look around my surroundings, opened a bottle of champagne and took one final sip, in the other hand still lifting my .42colt Polish Revolver, and pointing at my forehead - finger on the trigger. That’s when it happened….the bottle of champagne slipping from my trembling fingers and crashing…. my body getting drained off the living fluids…my face becoming as pale as dead snow...
There was a knock on the door...!
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The Last Man on Earth...
A beautiful day and i was enjoying my stroll in the park with the breeze. I heard someone calling me from back and when i turned - I could see no body. My body was trembling with fear, and sweat was dripping all over my face, because I knew no one could have called me as I was the last man alive on earth…!
I carefully crept past the tall deserted buildings of Manhattan , most of them in shackles and dusty as it had been more than 13 years since a single person stepped into or out of them. This morning walk that I took was my routine which I followed since the last 13 years before which the greatest ever disaster shook humanity when the third world war saw two big democratic superpowers go head on head and the largest ever nuclear missile that was developed, got misfired and totally destroyed mankind off the face of earth. I don’t know whether to call it my destiny or misfortune, that I happened to work off the coast of Antarctica as a deep sea explorer, where the nuclear waves never reached sparing my life.
I reached home after my nostalgic morning walk. It had been a long gruesome, agonizing 13 years where I spent my life in total solitude back home, and did not have a soul to talk with or share my distress. There had been plentiful of everything that a man could ask for – money, food of all kinds –tinned, canned, absolutely nil traffic on the otherwise bustling roads of Manhattan, too much space to live in, the entire world at my disposal, but there was not a soul to whom I can share my feelings.
I had made all desperate efforts through worldwide radio signaling, TV broadcasts, just to check out whether there could be alteast one other living person whom I can contact and share my solitude and all that had been in vain for the last 13 years.
I opened my diary and the page read “26 November, 2065” and i started writing-
“I knew that with me dead , will come the end of the term called humanity. All theories of God and Religion have become null and void and are mere hypothecations. Science after all has proved itself, as man was but a mere by-product of the big bang. I have reached the summit of my desperation and I am going to end my life with it”.
I closed my diary, took a full 360 degree look around my surroundings, opened a bottle of champagne and took one final sip, in the other hand still lifting my .42colt Polish Revolver, and pointing at my forehead - finger on the trigger. That’s when it happened….the bottle of champagne slipping from my trembling fingers and crashing…. my body getting drained off the living fluids…my face becoming as pale as dead snow...
There was a knock on the door...!
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