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PostSubject: Frye Festival Entry [wip]   Sun Nov 21, 2010 10:52 pm

Kite was only nine years old when the war started. He didn't much understand why it had started, but it had started nonetheless. America was at war with Russia, and there were many threats of the use of nuclear bombs. People were slightly frightened by this, but still continued their everyday lives like normal. It was just another article in the newspaper to them. Until the day that every channel was the same, broadcasting that a missile was en route to Canada, telling people to say good bye to their loved ones, telling them that this would be the last day on Earth for them.

Kite was only nine years old when the missile had been fired. He had always been a dark person, and hated the world. To know that it was all going to blow up amused him. He liked the idea that it would all be destroyed. In his mind, nobody had earned the right to live anyway. Life is a privilege, and easily taken away. Most people do not realize this, and take life for granted, thinking that they are indestructible. When the bomb is dropped, those who realize that life is a privilege will accept their demise, and will not try to stop or deny it, whereas those who think they are indestructible will get a rude awakening as they are destroyed.

The destruction of the world is our own fault. Why do we wage wars on ourselves? And why do we make such destructive weapons if we do not plan to use them? If a weapon has the ability to destroy an entire continent, it should not be created unless you plan to destroy a continent. And accept the aftermath of such a deed. The retaliations: bomb after bomb being sent at country after country, continent after continent. Eventually, the entire world would be engulfed in war, and destroyed.

Kite was sitting on the balcony of his apartment, watching Toronto as it was coming to an end. He could see the missile's impact in his mind, could picture what it looked like, and imagined what it looked like when it first hit the ground. All the terrified people around it as it tore through the air, as it hit the ground, and as it exploded; every single one of them instantly obliterated.

Kite was only nine years old when a bird flew over and landed on his arm. A beautiful white dove. It knew that something bad was happening due to the panic coming from below, but it didn't know what. Man had taken control of most of this world, and now man was going to destroy it. And with themselves, they were going to destroy all life, even if it had not done any bad deeds. Such as the dove that was perched on his arm right now. This pure white dove, symbol of the Holy Spirit, which had not done anything wrong, was to be destroyed by man, along with everything else.

The bomb hit ground, the shock wave of the blast spreading outwards. Soon it reached Toronto, and him. The world disappeared before his eyes. Everything went white. It was over.

Kite was only nine years old when he died.
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