Diana Kurniawan

He slured his words as I cried in front of the window of the skilled nursing facility missing him at home. His right hand over a small soft pillow and his speech slow and incomprehensible.

 

"I miss you so so much, Papi. I wish you can come home," I told him over the window. "I feel so alone without you."

 

"Pakejambunik," he said. It was a word he uttered that I didn't know how to spell or write, but inside my heart, it meant, "I love you, Diana."

 

I remembered when he was angry when we lived in a small two bedroom apartment in Reseda, after haggling over a pound of shrimp that was being sold by a street corner. The white supremacists told him he was a chink for haggling. He came home in tears from anger, and we sat down over the prejudices in the United States of America. He told me that he just needed a break for the day and the television eased his anger. I watched him calmly erase the anger over racism, like a gentleman.

 

The time when I told him about the assaults and the brokeness erupted a hopeless evening. He told me to not lose hope on all humanity based on the poor example of some. That hatred was limited to violence while love, especially God's love, was vast, deep, wide, boundless, unlimited, and reaches so far, deep and high as the heavens, galaxies, and all of the universe.

 

He told me that the schoolmate who bullied and destroyed my life through the assault was of evil and racism, and her successes were tainted with blood and abuse, just as those who hurt me were abominable to God. That I didn't have to be afraid of the world, and to be closer to God and worship Him, then relay every instant of my life through Him. That with God by our side, my Dad will back me up when I'm working things out with my life, and he will back me up when I make mistakes. My Dad was always there.

 

The time when I met the man whom I asked to marry, only to be found alone several weeks later in struggling heartbreak and hopelessness. My Dad told me that I took his job for him and that made him mad, that even God was angry because I didn't trust the tradition. He told me that it was better left alone, because if it was Godsent, it won't have been broken. The embarrassing stories that I endured and the laughter from the enemies and haters I heard inside my life, because I was so desperate for love, yet my Dad was there to tell me that desperation could only lead to divorces. 

 

The suffering I felt when I was inches away from death, my Dad took the house key and broke into the bathroom door and stopped me. I miss my Dad dearly, and it has been so difficult with the global pandemic because I haven't been able to hug him or kiss his forehead. I miss my Dad, and I felt a huge loss in my life from his stroke. I felt the half of my body was paralyzed from faith.

 

Tonight was a hard day, and I wished I could have my Dad home with me. 

 

In tears. Just write. 

 

 

 

"Did you see a symbol of some sort?" I asked Karina. "When they assaulted you, and got you pregnant...did you remember anything else?"

 

"They had a machete and a fire sign. It was black and tattooed on their arms. There were two of them and they had a car," Karina said. 

 

"Was it the same truck sized car we saw earlier?" Rambo asked her. "Only government men owned them."

 

"It was a large car, black, but I don't know much about cars. I just know it was big," Karina said. 

 

"How were you found by them? Why did you run away from the shelter?" I asked. Most of the orphans who ran away would run to the homeless shelters, but they would almost always meet someone who would help in some sort of way. Not always harmful, but always helpful. 

 

"I couldn't stand the dirty place. It stunk and it wasn't clean," Karina said. "I felt better outside, sleeping in the street corners or under the bridge. That's why most run aways go outside. Nothing personal."

 

"But it got you in trouble," Rambo said. "How did they find you?"

 

"I asked for help from them, and they took me into a building. They said they would be careful, but I didn't know why and I am young, so I thought they'd give me to social services again. But, they didnt. They hurt me," said Karina. She looked towards the twins, Boris and Betina, who were both asleep in their diapers. Karina looked to me and asked me, "Was this all my fault?"

 

"Definitely NOT!" I answered almost in a jolt of suprise, because that was the last thing I wanted to hear. "This whole thing is THEIR FAULT." This was so typical of The New Order, hurting the meek and vulnerable to gain powers and control. Since the fall of the royals and democracy, the republic became The New Order, and all of the allies of those controlling powers became a strong unifying demon of powerful men and women who abuse their powers to do everything they want against the morales of the people. They would often use control and injustice to manipulate the system to let their own types of men and women into the authoritarial government, and proliferate violence. I just hated The New Order, and those men were inhumane to Karina.

 

Rambo looked outside to the window, almost in catatonia. He gets that way when he doesn't know what to do. 

 

"Rambo, clean her wound," I told him. I took my shoulder bag from outside, and unzipped it to take out the bandages. "The wound must have seeped. It's about two hours. Rambo, are you listening to me?"

 

He looked slowly to my face, and asked me, "How will we do this?"

 

"Take it one day at a time," I said, focused on the bandages and cutting some Hypafix tape. I looked under Karina's shirt, and asked her, "Karina, is it okay if I take a look. I need to see if it seeped in."

 

The blood seeped into the cloth bandage, and I took out some of the ointment and took off the bandage slowly. "Rambo, wash your hands, and get this ointment and just put it on her gash."

 

Rambo went to the restroom and washed his hand, and walked back and knelt in front of Karina. She winced at the pain from the bandage being taken off because it almost stuck to her wound. Rambo took the ointment and held it inside his hand. 

 

"Let me wash my hands," I said, standing up and quickly going to the restroom to wash my hand, and coming back out to give Rambo some instructions. "Take this cloth first, and soak the blood slowly on her gash."

 

Rambo palpated Karina's gash with the cheese cloth, and let it soak her blood. "Then put on this ointment?" Rambo asked.

 

"Yup, slowly and gently," I said. Karina didn't look afraid, she closed her eyes and sat torso up on her knees on the floor. "Karina, just lay down for a moment and relax." She laid down, letting me hold her shirt up from covering the wound. 

Rambo took the ointment and put a slither of it on the gash. "It's cooling, what is it?" Karina asked. 

 

"Its a combination of the old neosporin and chamomile aloe, with some anti-viral compound," I told her. "It still works for first aid. It's better than putting aspirin for two hours. It will help but this way, it will dry up and get rid of the infection, in case there was some."

 

Rambo took the bandage and put a small square of it on the gash and put on the Hypafix over it. Karina looked calm, and that eased me, with a soft breath of release. Rambo inhaled deep and exhaled out a breath of relief. 

 

Rambo caressed Karina's silky black hair, and told her, "Just take a nap for a while, sis. You must be tired."

 

"Jake, what about the babies?" Karina asked me. I looked to Boris and Betina and they were both sound asleep. 

 

"Let's get you a nap with them, and I will watch outside," I told Karina. "Rambo, get the bicycle from outside and put it behind the house. We can't attract anymore attention."

 

"Yeah, I shouldn't have rode it here, but we needed to get hurrying," Rambo said. He walked outside to put the bicycle away.

 

I knelt to Karina and kissed her forehead. "Sleep tight for now. There is a lightbulb shortage and a cheddar and macaroni shortage too. So we have to figure out how to get us some supplies to stay alive for you to live here."

 

Karina nodded, and turned her body to sleep on the ground on her hands as pillows.

 

I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. The stress got to me, and this wasn't even an online class.

 

Just write.  

The blanket over me felt hot and damp as my sweat dripped over my eyes. I woke up in the middle of the night and in my turquoise t-shirt and pink terry shorts, I swung the blanket away from me and I found my whole entire bed in a bog in the middle of the forest with trees surrounding me. I took a dip with my foot on the swampy water and the water was soft and cold, almost frozen, with the heat and humidity creating a layer of fog over the surface. I walked inside the bog with my skin immersed in dark mud with no shoes for protection. I was alone, and no other human being could have been in this hellish swamp.

 

The thick mud moved with my legs as I walked slowly hoping to get over to the land. It was near as I saw in front of me, a dead American Bullfrog, with its legs sprawled and its skin ripped apart. It floated by and I squirmed from the sight. As my eyes hoped to see land, a rubber tree convulsed in front of me with its sap spewed out in drips as if candle wax melting from its bark. It was close by and all I wanted was to get to the tree. It throbbed as if it was dying, but surely if life was still inside it, it could be saved. 

 

Land was a few yards and I took a step and climbed over to land from inside the bog, with my pink shorts wet through my underwear in muddy water. I ignored the discomfort and ran to the tree, but a bobcat approached me with red eyes, angry and I stood still. I looked beyond the rubber tree and the forest was in flames, as I felt a snow of ashes dropping from the sky and I looked to find the sun in full orange, enraged. The rubber tree called me to come closer to preserve its sap, its birthright but the bobcat growled. 

 

To my left was dry land with no other living being, and although the trees beyond were in flames and I was stuck in the forest, it felt right to take the path. I abandoned the rubber tree and the bobcat and took myself to the left of everything. I walked in sorrows because the rubber tree felt like home. I wanted to hug the tree, and caress the bobcat, but they were untamed to my fragile life. I had to walk on. 

 

The path on the left felt foreign and as the flames surrounded the path, it had an invisible wall as if tall glass shields protected me. I kept walking with my damp t-shirt and dripping wet shorts and I scratched myself to pull my underwear from in between my buttocks. True discomfort that smelled on my body from the muddy bog.  I kept walking and I kept searching for a way out to a land away from flames and ashes. The orange sun followed me and enraged the fires as it kept raging beyond the glass shields, but I was safe. 

 

After a few miles of nothing but fires and flames, I looked forward and a barren hill was ahead, with no plants, no trees, and no living being. It was tall grass with sunflowers and prairie. I walked on, surrounding myself with the sunflowers, and didn't look back. 

 

Just write.

The pink cotton nightgown I wore draped down to the asphalt as each step I took felt cold and the fog over the road ahead of me lay low to the Earth. I found myself walking down a nameless highway with no cars in sight and the darkness over me showed a bright golden moon. I stopped as the highway stretched far and lonely without connection to life. 

 

I looked to the side of the highway where the grass grew and the soil dipped low. My father sat in his wheelchaiir, and looked towards me and with his slurred speech, he said, "Is God coming with you?" I ran to him, because I wanted to hug him for the first time in six months. I kneeled down in front of him and wrapped his hands inside mine, and I stretched to kiss his forehead. "Don't forget me, and don't forget what I told you," he said. 

 

"I won't ever forget," I replied. I closed my eyes and breathed and raised my face to the sky as the night was bright with the moon closing in so close to me, reaching for my face. 

 

The moon spoke words I was familiar with, "Do not be afraid, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed for I am you God. I will strengthen you, and help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand," it said to me with verses.

 

My father held my hand, and kissed my palms, "Remember ice cream," he said. 

 

I couldn't hold my joy as I jumped and my father laughed with me. "God IS coming, and I am here with you," he said.

 

I pushed his wheelchair down the nameless highway, and although no cars were in sight, we rode life together with God.

 

Just write.

Rambo and I were trying to plan of a way to help Karina when a large truck pulled to the front of the dilapitated house. 

 

Karina came out with one of her twin babies. "This is Boris," she said, introducing the cuddly baby boy to me and Rambo.

 

Rambo jumped from the floor and ran to the back room, behind the house. I knew it was about the bicycle ride to this house.

 

The man inside the truck came out with a shotgun slung around his shoulder, and walked to the broken front door.

 

"Is this your house?" the man asked me, wiping his forehead, because it was nearing the end of summer and the sun was still out.

 

"Yes, it's mine and my sisters," I told him. 

 

"I saw a black boy riding his bicycle. I wanted to know if it was licensed and if he had permission to ride," the man said. His dark hair and curly beard over his face made him looked like the brunt of man. He sniffed and walked into the room, as I stepped back and Karina swayed the baby to sleep.

 

"He's probably just around the block and not inside this house," I replied.

 

"Someone reported him riding fast and you were on a longboard," he said. He leaned with his elbow to the wall, and his right leg swung over to the left, stretching his hip. "Just need to check his license, is all."

 

"Well, I have no clue, and it was just me and her here," I told him.

 

He walked towards me and sniffed my face, "Black Irish, written all over you," he said. "Why does your sister look like that?"

 

"We have different fathers," I told him. I stepped back again, almost reaching the other room.

 

"Want to hold my cousin?" Karina asked him. She handed Boris to the man, and he almost drueled from the soft and gentle whimper of Boris in his large muscular hold. "He's pure."

 

The man cuddled Boris and smiled, and said, "Goo goo ga ga, sweet baby." He swayed Boris side to side, and Karina reached for Boris and took him from the large bearded monster. "Oh, that felt surreal. I just about melted."

 

"He's a newborn, two weeks," I told him. 

 

The man looked up to the ceiling and I could tell he felt euphoric from the sweetness and gentleness of Boris inside his arm. 

"Never felt fuzzy like this before," he said, holding his hands to his heart. "Sweet angel!"

 

"I think that calls for a celebration, at another place somewhere," I hinted.

 

"Oh...my sweet," he held his palms together and covered his face. "Yes, I never touched a baby before. I never knew."

 

I smiled and looked to Karina and she went to the other room, still swaying Boris in her arms. "I think we have to be quiet now, because the baby will go to sleep."

 

"Oh, inhale," the man said, breathing into his lungs. "So you listen, the bicycle is outside, and the boy is not here, but I'm going to let go, and assume he has a license. If he doesn't, I'm going to find him and put him in jail."

 

"I will make sure he has his license with him," I replied.

 

The man stomped outside in his leather boots and his shotgun and left the house in his large truck. I closed the broken door, and looked to the other room where Karina sat near a sofa where the babies laid asleep. I took Karina's hand and we walked to the front room and I sat her down on the floor. "We have to stay outside. Let the babies sleep for a while," I told her.

 

I took my shoulder bag and took out my hairbrush, and sat Karina down in front of me. I brushed Karina's hair as we watched the front door, in case the man in the large truck would be back. We sat for an hour, just brushing her silky black hair.

 

"Is Rambo okay?" she asked me.

 

"He will tend to your wound later," I said. 

 

"Is it safe now?" I heard Rambo asked. Karina stood up, and ran to him and hugged his flat stomach. "It's okay. We will be okay," Rambo said. 

 

Just write.

Forgive us, Father, for the sins of my ancestors

Restore unto us a life fulfilling in joy and mercy

 
Forgive us for each sin we carry and free us from our past

Make us vessels of grace as we tread onto the future

 
Forgive us, Father, for You are our fortress and deliverer

I call unto You, Lord, as my shield and my salvation.

The deaths of the innocent marked the new century

As we now face snares of death all over the world.

 
Forgive us, Father, and free us of the burden of deaths

Lead the poor and weary to a path of love and providence

 
Forgive us, Father, and heal all wounds to restoration

Diffuse all upheavals and make peace amongst all hate

Forgive us, Father, as we face torrents of destructions

Let not the snares of death overtake us, instead defend us

 
I cry to You, Lord, in fear and trembling

But Your peace covers me all of my days

 
Forgive us, Father, and keep us from unrighteousness

Your ways are blameless, therefore teach us, Lord.

 
Forgive us, Father, according to our deeds and humility

Only through You, will we change our ways

 
Forgive us, Father, as my enemies pursue me,

Strengthen me and uphold me, Lord, and sustain me.

 
Millions fall as adversaries overtook the nation

But with You, Father, we are forgiven and freed

Rescue us, Father, for violent men overtook me,

But, You saved me from my enemies and I am exalted.

 
Rescue us, Father, for our children are in sorrows

Do not let our wrongdoings scar our future generations.

 
Rescue us, Father, as fire and fury blaze to dark clouds

Bring us rain to wash away our sins, and raise a canopy over us

 
Rescue us, Father, and lead us to a strong foundation of truth

Do not let the blasphemous overtake us and our nations

 
Heal us, Father, and reach us through Your holy spirit

Bring us to triumph and rescue us, forever more.

 
God Bless. Love, Diana Kurniawan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All the almond milks in the world won't explain the lightbulb frenzy at Knox. People trampled over each other, and the isles were blown apart. A whole crowd of people were in a hurry to get to the check lane to purchase all of the light products. Some bought flashlights, and some bought desk lamps and floor lamps and of course, lightbulbs.

 

"What did that Baptiste tell the world?" asked Rambo, in the middle of the crowd of shoppers.

 

"The usual, giving the latest craze for 'The Orderlies," I said. 

 

"What else?" asked Rambo.

 

"Strange things. No more cheddar. No macaroni," I replied.

 

"WHAT!" said Rambo. "That's my food! All of Tier 2 and 3 shoppers will starve!"

 

I looked to him and asked him, "Where could it have gone?"

 

"We don't have time for this. I need us to go to Karina," said Rambo.

 

"First, mint, peppermint, and lavender soap," I told him. I grabbed the towels at the endcap of the aisle and ran to the first aid section and took all the aspirin tubings and stretch-fabric bandages from Tier 1 and went to the check out lane. Rambo followed me and we left Knox and went outside. It was an hour after I got to Knox and it snowed outside. 

 

Rambo took his bicycle from the rack and I jumped on it and rode it with Rambo standing on the wheel spurring and holding on to me on my shoulder.

 

"Go left on Josephine and four miles down, turn left on Downing," said Rambo.

 

We arrived at Downing and 20th, as Rambo jumped off the bicycle and ran to a dilapitated house with a broken gate and a broken glass window with a curtain covering the inside of the house. Rambo knocked on the door and I parked the bicycle and held on to my shoulder pack full of my purchased items.

 

A young girl with taupe skin and slanted eyes opened the door. Her belly bulged, most likely from the pregnancy weight.

 

"No more cheddar. No macaroni," Rambo said.

 

The young girl cried as I ran to her side and held her up. "We'll try to find some as soon as possible," I told her. "What happened to you?"

 

"I gave birth two weeks ago, out of wedlock, and out of my control," she said. "I haven't been able to go anywhere."

 

"How did you get to this house? Do you live here?" I asked her.

 

"She is orphaned like me, and no one knew about it," said Rambo.

 

"Who did this to you?" I asked.

 

"A man with a car," Karina said. 

 

"A CAR? A Baptiste?" I asked.

 

"Possibly," said Rambo. "Who would have a car nowadays?"

 

"I'm Tier 1, we can purchase something else for foods, but let me see your wounds," I asked her.

 

"A man took a knife and almost stabbed me," said Karina, as she lifted her shirt and showed me a slash to the side of her pancreas. I opened my shoulder pack and took my towellette and cleaned the lashed areas as some blood came out. It took all of my travel towellettes to clean it and I crushed all of the aspirin and palpated her lacerations with it. I covered it with the towels and wrapped her with the bandage around her stomach. Karina cried and knelt down and covered her eyes. "It hurts my body too much," she said. 

 

"How did you escape him?" Rambo asked. He was sitting on the ground that was dirty and dusty.

 

"I told him that my body will serve as evidence because I knew some other orphans from online school in the library and they'll find me," Karina said. 

 

"But you didn't tell anyone, and no one in the school knew who you were?" Rambo asked. 

 

I took the peppermints and gave it to Karina and took a mint and gave it to Rambo. "To calm you," I told them. "I have to chew on those in front of my computer, and meditate or my stress goes high levels." I kept the lavender soap and inhaled its scent to my nose to calm myself down. 

 

They sniffed on the mints and inhaled the soothing scent, then chewed it inside their mouths. They closed their eyes and calmed down for a while.

 

"Let's start with a plan," I said. The babies cried, and Karina stood up to run to the other room.

 

"All of the children will starve," said Rambo.

 

Just write. 

Little girls will dance on the streets. Pink ruffles skirts and rainbow socks, with the clouds in the blue sky over us all.

 

The sun shall rise on the East and sunsets on the West. Faithfully, the sun won't disappear as you sometimes felt in mid-day sadness.

 

The birds will chirp on branches in the morning, and they will serenade us on our walks in life.

 

Once, time felt surreal. With the death toll surpassing 27 million in mid-September from a new viral infection. The changes it brought took lives and cost us our economy.

 

This too will one day be over, if we could look above. Knowing that the same stars at night were there when the wheel was first invented, or when lepers walked the streets of the world.

 

What time brought hasn't been comfortable and took some of the best people to a place beyond this Earth. But, where would we be if we didn't look at the sky, the sun, the stars and the clouds and bare with the ever changing weather, as summer changes to fall and winter comes to blossom into spring.

 

Time tested us all, and time tested us still. It won't let us be subject to stagnant progress, for each passing day all of life furthers on, and won't let us be still.

 

Just write.

The sirens went off as all of Knox was at a stand still. The screens on the grocery walls showed an emergency signal of the news. 

 

"For immediate release, our esteemed leader, Giuseppe Baptiste, was seen in front of the Buckingham Palace, where the longest running monarchy once stood in England, overthrown by The New Order and its party," said the news anchor. "Since The New Order came to power, all of the world bow to our esteemeed leader, and it shall be our destiny to still be under his commands and practice conscious shopping at our local grocery stores."

 

Prior to Giuseppe Baptiste, his father was the leader of the New Order, and his father poisoned the latest monarch of England and took over the palace and declared victory. Arose his progeny of leaders who were his daughter, sons, cousins and his in-laws who became statesman and leaders of The New Order all over the Earth. The murder of the British Monarchy were kept under the radar for Giuseppe Baptiste and his ancestors used guerilla warfare and intelligentsia, once a method utilized by the Fascists and Communist Government of the Old World, before the White Plaque.

 

Giuseppe Baptiste stood on the podium, behind the open quadrant in front of the palace, and raised his right palms in the air and spoke into his ear microphones, 

 

"Hail, my dynamo orderlies of the new world,              (Blinked in morse code: N)

thy presence is an aroma of chili and peppers             (Blinked in morse code: O)

scented with an elixir of youth and laborous passion.   (Blinked in morse code: M)

I, your noble leader, hath with divine intention,           (Blinked in morse code: O)

a most unquenchable love for you.                             (Blinked in morse code: R)

Unlike the ancient ceramics of the old world,               (Blinked in morse code: E)

I come bearing gifted annointment of shark tooth        (Blinked in morse code: C)

and bearings of gold and titanium.                          (Blinked in morse code: H)

 

My lovers of my new world, I urge a most desperate    (Blinked in morse code: E)

need of a future dispensation.                                    (Blinked in morse code: D)

Truly all worths of love requieres costs,                        (Blinked in morse code: D)

and let thine cost be my request.                                (Blinked in morse code: A)

To only see the light and nothing else.                         (Blinked in morse code: R)

Be of good soldier with truth in thine heart,                  (Blinked in morse code: N)

What is not more worthy than light itself?                    (Blinked in morse code: O)

 

All energies and fuel be at your call,                             (Blinked in morse code: M)

for my sorrows shall be no more,                                 (Blinked in morse code: A)

once all products of light be diminished and gone.         (Blinked in morse code: C)

As your leader, I ask for your mercy,                            (Blinked in morse code: A)

to give to the light, all that is of request.                      (Blinked in morse code: R)

Everything to be purchased until it disappears.              (Blinked in morse code: O)

Not until then, will you see me as your true star            (Blinked in morse code: N)

of this dark world to follow it anew.                              (Blinked in morse code: I)

 

The people howled, and one man behind me yelled, "Our leader is a THICK, ZESTY, STROGANOFF!!!!"

 

The entire Knox clapped their hands, and as seen on the screen, Giuseppe Baptiste nodded his head forward and stood up, all five feet of him and placed only his right palm up, and the crowd howled more and more.

 

All of London was in frantic for lightbulbs and all lamps and the sirens blared once again. Everyone ran in all directions, shouting,"The Light! The Light! He shall be the light!" Giuseppe Baptiste stepped down from the podium and walked into the palace, to perhaps rest for the remainder of the day.

 

All of Knox, where I stood at this moment, wrecked havoc. Everyone ran to the housewares and lightbulb sections and took as many products as possible. The whole time, I was worried about macaroni and cheese as it seemed his morse code gave me a signal that there would be a cheddar shortage. But how was all this possible? Why lightbulbs? Far were the days of carbohydrate loadings, but I was never a fan of cheddar after all.

 

I stood in place still at the popcorn isle, in midst of madness, as I saw Rambo approaching me.

 

"Jake, I need your help?" Rambo said, out of breath.

 

"Where have you gone? Did you at least ride your bicycle?" I asked him.

 

"No, I walked it. But, I found another one, this time a vulnerable," Rambo said, he turned around as I followed in a hurry. "She was stabbed."

 

In the era of the New World, a vulnerable meant almost homeless. As I followed Rambo, I knew he needed me for aid, first aid to be exact. I knew first aid like my dining table. With my Father as the surgeon at Banner, I was trained since I was in my mother's womb.

 

"Karina is her name, she bore a pair of twins two weeks ago," Rambo said.

 

"How old is she?" I asked.

 

"Twelve," Rambo said. 

 

We ran amongst the crowds of shoppers of all tiers all across Denver, all in a frantic to buy lightbulbs and lamps and anything that would bear light. 

 

Just write.

 

Rexies or not, I had to end the conversation. She was beautiful, but I fear The New Order.

 

After the White Plaque, every nation gathered together and a majority of nations in the world, such as all countries in South America, China, Korea, all of Russia and Africa and United States of America decided to follow The New Order. To synthesize a new method for the betterment of human kind, of a human race that were in political aggreement as the world watched the whole world diverged into parts. Some countries decided to become neutral, such as Norway and Switzerland, Fiji and Australia and some smaller islands nations in the Pacific, but most countries wanted to become a part of The New Order Regime. 

 

The leader chosen was Giuseppe Baptiste, because he could blink in morse code and every word he uttered in speeches became eloquent and graceful. Besides speaking in free verse, he was fluent in Shakespeare and plays the violin. He was a small man with a huge mind and futuristic ideals, and all policemens and policewomen loved him. He was part Italian and French and a descendant of an African Merchant from Nairobi, Kenya. He was a jewel to the world and he had blue eyes, which was recessive since the White Plaque decimated most blue-eyed individuals since they were more easily infected due to genetic recessiveness. Some of these amusing changes baffled me when I learned from my Father, but these things happened, and all kids were taught to fear The New Order.

 

The New Order desires to advance the world through the ideals of those in their circle. To advance The New Order was to advance the human race. To please its circles of allies was the goal of The New Order, and those who were its citizens must work to please the generations of their progenies and their parties, otherwise, one must be forced to emigrate to the coldness of The North Pole and build a new community there to start anew.

 

These were the days of my life.

 

Just write.