In The Midst Of a Tragedy

Prologue:
Down in the earth, where the air was nothing and the brown, soft and grubby mulch was wet, there lay a coffin, far from others. A stone cold heart, like many under the earth, was not beating. A life which was not being lived… anymore. Light shone down into the earth and the air and light flooded in. The coffin was now above again. A team of 8, maybe 10 lifted out the dark brown box with gold carvings. Two diamonds rest on top, shining like the sun used to. As the coffin made its way across winding roads and steep, unforgiving hills, a heart, cold as stone began to beat. Soon the box would arrive in a labyrinth of rooms, and only make it to one in particular. No-one knew what happened in that box until it happened outside. It was a mystery waiting to be solved, twice.
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In the midst of a tragedy, a heart, cold as stone began to beat. A life alive and lungs breathing in polluted air. A heart once stone cold, now Luke-warm. This was not unusual for a being like this. How long will they live before it’s all too late? This person was already a wonder to the world, long before they had another breath. Eyes soon peeked open and shone bright as diamonds in the blackened room. Outside, a bustling world was waiting for the return. Or at least hoping for a return. A mouth moved and was no longer a line, but a curve. Words were not quite pouring yet, nor limbs moving.

In the darkened room all alone was this body, no witnesses until the sun rose, slow like time. As the world woke, the lights shone and then the professors in their white and somewhat red, skinny coats turned to see a wonder, a body moving out of the darkness into the shining lights. A heart cold as stone, now Luke-warm was moving towards the men in white. A sea of shocked faces started jumping up and down, looking like waves. A body looking like a Zombie coming towards the sea and splitting it. Voices started to yell:
“She lives! She lives!” all professors yelled in great joy, like kids on Christmas morning. All but one.
“If she lives…” a woman with red hair, actually orange as an orange spoke. “…we all lose our jobs and our fame. We lose our lives to hers. We can’t let her live. We need this more than we need air.” She continued. She had a point. This girl was miraculous, what would happen if she lived? If she lived, she died.

Her black hair swayed as she made her way through the crowd. Her face froze as a red-head pulled out a knife and stabbed it. At a miracle. A miracle who lived, then didn’t, then lived again, but lost her life once more. What did she do to deserve this? Her heart turned cold once more, lungs rigid, mouth now a straight line. Her words she never spoke, her life nothing than a speck of dust on a beach. She started to fall, but was caught by her murderer. “We can’t have a test with a broken subject.” The red-head and 3 men lifted the body onto the bed she came from and wrapped her up in some kind of paper and blanket. The room in a labyrinth was once more filled with darkness and one miraculous body, all alone once more. As the white coats leave, they chat:
“First thing after lunch, we get out that disgusting brain of hers, yes?” the red-head was in charge from now on.
“Yes” her team answered. “Yes we will”

While the white coats were gone and enjoying a lovely, unhealthy lunch including pizza, sausages, hamburgers and other, just as unhealthy treats, something miraculous went on in the room they came from. A cold heart turned Luke-warm and started to beat once more. Lungs breathed in the polluted air as they did the hour before. Eyes soon blinked, instead of staring and shone like diamonds in the darkened room. A mouth moved for the first time in an hour, not quite able to speak. Limbs moved and feet were soon walking on a white, polished floor. A hard-wired brain now thinking. A stab wound, unseen.

As the figure moved in the darkness, she seemed like she wasn’t there. Her hair blending in like a camouflage suit at war. Somehow she could find her way across the wide room towards the door. Within minutes of the resurrection, the glass door swung open and closed. Although this girl with black hair was not camouflaged, she was only noticed as another white-coated professor without any white coat whatsoever. The travel to the front door was short even though the miracle had never walked these halls before. Yet another door opened and closed, touched by the hands of the miracle. Back in the labyrinth, the white coats are back for testing, but someone is gone. “She’s gone!” yelled the red head, sounding like she was on fire in her own hair. “She’s alive!”
“She really is a miracle.” Spoke a man at the glass door.
“We set out first thing tomorrow morning to find her, see if she’s been spotted.” The red head continued. “We must find her!”

Outside the maze, a girl with long, black hair walked. In the distance were white shapes on the ice and those shapes were coming towards her ever so quickly. She stood silent and aware of the danger of these shapes. The outline was familiar, the air turned putrid with the smell of fish. A Polar Bear arrived before her, miraculous beauty displayed. The girl reached out an arm and patted the bear, the fur as soft as a baby’s bottom in a blanket. More bears were approaching rapidly and a crowd of people had gathered.
“Don’t pat them!” they yelled in anger, not realising who this person was. “You’ll bring them to our city. They’ll destroy it along with us.” The miracle spoke in a soft voice like the fur she was touching. This was the first time, she’d spoken since her two resurrections.
“Do not be afraid. It is I.” gasps spread across the crowd. They knew who this was, but didn’t know her name. No-one knew her name, maybe not even herself. “We will live in peace with animals alike. They shall not destroy. We must look after them, for they are in great danger.” She sounded like a mayor in this city under fire. Hearts raced at the thought of the miracle coming back. She would help this city, they knew it deep down.

A silent gesture from the female meant it was time to leave. She walked away from the bears in all their glory and started towards the city with high fences around the perimeter and broken down walls with a high building in the city square. This was where the mayor stayed, in the best house there ever was in a city like this. As the miracle walked away, the crowd soon dispersed, wondering if they would be safe with the bears roaming around.

As she came to the gate, leading to the city, many inside were already gesturing her to come into their homes. Where would this girl with such hair rest her head at night and eat food worthy of a mayor? She entered the town, walking briskly towards the city centre. Her steps were light on the stone roads and could only be heard by mice. They were so light, she could almost fly like the wind in the breeze that was blowing. The sun was gloomy, like it had been for years before the tragedy. Once in front of the mayor’s house, she realised how square the city square actually was. How long had she been gone from this now destroyed city? She knocked on the wooden door, lined in metal and heard footsteps on stairs. A face peeked out of one of the windows next to the door, checking who it was and whether they were dangerous or not. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t.

The door swung open abruptly and out came a messy, dizzy and misleadingly pretty woman with dark brown hair that seemed to have been cut by her own self. Who was this tatty mayor to ruin what was once a paradise? This was one person who knew the miracle well, very well. She was against her. The mayor was first to speak.
“Well, well, well. It’s you is it? Stealing all the fame that belongs to me. Who do you think you are? You rose from the dead, but that will not happen again!” she reached out with a knife, ready to stab the miracle, like the way the red-head did.
“I am a miracle, the only person who can save this land, your land. I am special to this land. You need me. You want me. I will die, but I will live once more, till this land is a paradise again.” She answered.
“I need you, but I don’t want you. You are a nuisance to society. I can do it all by myself.”
“You may be able to do it by yourself, but would you even bother? I am only here to help, not to argue.” The miracle told the tattily ridiculous mayor.
“Fair, come back tomorrow when I can be bothered to discuss. 11:45 maybe?”
“If that means I can help you, then I will. Thank you for your time. I will see you tomorrow.” And at that the miraculous girl with gorgeous black hair left as fast as she came.

The mysterious black-haired girl walked back to the gates and outside, ignoring the civilians as if they were never there. She travelled to a pack of white bears whom were sitting on a piece of ice that was melting. This was what the miracle was planning to change. She stepped on the ice holding the pack. She sat there and patted them. Soon she had fallen asleep with the bears, feeling what they would feel every day until there was no day to be in.

As the sun peaked in the sky, still nothing, but an object now, the professors woke and came straight to the labyrinth. They made up a plan to capture the miraculous girl once and for all. This plan was soon changed by no other than the mayor, asking a favour only these people would do. The phone rang like a school bell. It was the mayor.
“Hello?” she said as the red-head picked up the phone.
“Hello” answered back the red-head, waiting for what was next.
“Could I ask a favour?” the mayor asked.
“Anything for my mayor”
“All I want you to do is meet me at the square, 11:45. Sharp! There may be something in it for you, and of course your crew. Make sure you bring them!” A smirk grew across the professor’s face. Was this what she thought it was? It was set.

At 11:44 the mayor came out of her burrow, looking just as ugly as the day before. Minutes later came the miracle girl with the most amazing black hair. Although the professors were late, it was not their fault. They were stuck at the gates with security. They wouldn’t arrive in the square for much longer, so the discussion began as abruptly as the door was opened the day before. “So, what my dear, do you intend to do to this amazing city of mine?” the mayor asked.
“Well, first of all I will make sure that my old paradise will be amazing once more, I will stop the ice melting and the use of all this smoke. If we go on like this, you will no longer live. Time is running out and as the only city left on earth, we must protect our earth, so we can live another 1,000 years at least. Please listen, if we fix this together I will leave and not return unless you help this paradise grow back.”
“If that means you leave and I stay here as beautiful as ever, then it’s a deal.” The mayor answered back. She soon spoke again and called to her security around her, protecting her from any danger as harmful as a mouse. “Boys, go get those professors! Lock them in my dungeons for being late.” The boys stumbled, but managed to run towards the gates. “NOW!” again she continued, but this time spoke to the miracle, whom no-one knew the name of, not even herself. “Sorry about that. You can stay here, send them off into the dungeons if you like.”

The professors came in their own pack, not aware of what was in store for them. “Welcome, welcome. Come this way professors. I’ll just tell you what I want inside. We don’t want her to hear do we?”
“No, certainly not.” Muddled voices went underground and all the miracle heard were beats like a bee’s pair of wings however many times a day. All the beats were gone and were replaced with shouts in a matter of minutes. The mayor was back up and all she said was: “Sorry about that. Come back tomorrow to start with the plans. I need to make sure we have everything.”
“Yes miss, make sure you get lots of vegetation, we are in need of a lot.”
“Yes, will do, same time tomorrow.” The miracle walked away, back to looking after a pack of bears.

The pack of bears soon turned around and walked over to the gates of the town which was to be transformed. They sat there for a minute longer and then left towards the sea. It was time to leave. As the bears left silently and unnoticed by many, the girl with black hair moved towards the gates herself. She opened the heavy metal and walked past security. Civilians calling out to her in glee, hoping she would visit, but she visited no-one. This walk was only a stroll down a beach. A beach which was no longer. Her heart stopped beating, but started after a second, only for it to stop again. This time for longer, much longer.

While she rests unconscious, a team, much kinder then any of the professors could ever be, carried her to where she came from; her grave. Everybody had heard about the deal to turn their home into a paradise by now, but hope was lost that would ever happen. Still the mayor and her team prepared seed and brick, bulldozer and builder. She would not give up hope for her city. Her heart had changed from cruel to kinder then love.

In the middle of the night, a heart began to beat once more, stone cold to Luke-warm. Lungs breathing in polluted air. Eyes again shining like diamonds. A mouth moving, words not yet budging and limbs not yet under control. A hard-wired brain was now thinking; thinking of a way to get out, out of this dark, and compact space. Much like the space in the sky. Within minutes of yet another resurrection, am arm shot up in the coffin and the lid opened out into the empty pit which was going to be filled the next day. Feet were on the dark ground and were walking towards the mayor’s house. She passed the gates unnoticed like the bears on ice. The sun started to rise in the gloom and still it was even gloomier. She lay down on the stone road, waiting for the awakening of the only city remaining. A surprise waiting till Christmas morning to be opened.

When morning finally came, a mayor stood out the front of her tower, surprised at what else was standing with her. “She lives! She’s a miracle!” the mayor yelled quite happily. Crowds had now gathered around the two, looking at a real miracle, looking at their hope. They all shouted, waking babies: “The miracle lives! She lives!” down in the dungeons the professors heard this and were in utter disgust. The town gathered for a morning meal before putting on gloves and getting dirty. A team of builders took down the fence surrounding the nearly revived city. Factories were bulldozed and trees were planted. Human kind and animals lived alike. In a matter of years, they lived smarter and the remaining reefs were coloured once again, ice froze and with all the wreckage grew a new city, a new life, hope for tomorrow. The miracle left, ready to return. Although life was changed, a tragedy still remained the same. Time was still running out for earth.

Epilogue:
In the midst of a tragedy, many things may happen, good or bad. But still a tragedy remains and life may change. When a heart beats, there is hope. When many are changed, a heart beats like never before.

All by @FatherSonHolySpirit
Word Count: 2,243

Wow! The word use in this is amazing! I was hooked right from the word ‘Down’. You really kept me hooked and the figurative language has blown me away. You have so many different sentences. This was just AMAZING! Well done and keep writing!

giraffeblock wrote:

Wow! The word use in this is amazing! I was hooked right from the word ‘Down’. You really kept me hooked and the figurative language has blown me away. You have so many different sentences. This was just AMAZING! Well done and keep writing!

Thank you so much!

This is so cool! I may not of been hooked from the start, and it was a little easy to see what was coming, but I loved it. You addressed a topic that many people don't! The way you wrote made me want to read more and more! I loved it, great job!!! ALso the word placement sounded…AMAZING that is something many people struggle with!

RiverDay wrote:

This is so cool! I may not of been hooked from the start, and it was a little easy to see what was coming, but I loved it. You addressed a topic that many people don't! The way you wrote made me want to read more and more! I loved it, great job!!! Also the word placement sounded…AMAZING that is something many people struggle with!

Thank you so much!

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