I wanted to share with everybody (in case
you don’t follow this annual event) the Gold winner of the 10-13 age group of
the “500 Words” Radio 2 competition which is run in conjunction with the Hay Literary
Festival.
It stopped me in my tracks when it was read
out on the radio and it looks like the short story writers amongst are going have some fierce competition in the future!
YOUR LIFE
December 31st 2013
I sit up as the alarm rings
through the dormitory. 6 am. Up and dressed by 6:15, along with all the other
girls. My label says 1068G. That's my name, has been for three years now, ever
since the flood. Our town was destroyed, they said, and the rest of the world
just seemed to disappear, so we moved straight into the vaults.
Breakfast is at 6:30, as it's a
15 minute walk away. The place is vast. As I enter, I notice B, my only friend
here, across the room. Most people here don't have friends. If they do, it's
usually with the person above them in the dormitory, but I can't ever seem to
get a word out of the girl above me. In the night I hear her whisper her
parents' names into the darkness. None of us see our parents anymore; they have
different time schedules. Sometimes I see my little sister standing in the
queue for the canteen but I don't think she recognizes who I am anymore.
It was by chance that I met B,
or 1069B, to give him his real name. We were queuing to get in here after the
flood, and he was opposite me in the line. I smiled at him and he smiled back;
we've been friends ever since.
I push my tray of food along
the canteen, and sit by B, whose plate is full. I glance down at mine.
Porridge. Eugh. We eat quickly in silence. We don't talk much, sometimes dream
about escaping. Only ever dreams, though.
After breakfast, we head down
to our jobs. As I exit, something catches my eye. A flashing, like a camera
recording. I shrug this thought off and head to textiles. That's what I do,
repair outfits and bed sheets and make new things. It's hard work, but at the
end of the day we always come back to our evening meals, which are usually
pretty good. And I get to see B. But today, something is different. A guard
patrolling the corridor catches my arm, and warns me that we're all going to
the main hall. This is odd; we only go there for ceremonies. I follow him
inside and sit. The room is packed with people. The hall is silent, before a
hollow, expressionless voice rings out.
"For three years
now," the voice begins, "You have been of great scientific use to me.
But that time is finished. You are worth nothing anymore." The lights
blink out as the gas valves hiss open.
"And that, folks, is the
last ever episode of Your Life, where we explored the effects of underground
living. Next week, tune into our new reality series, Watching Us." A
family snuggles close as the credits begin rolling. Thousands of metres below,
two terrified children lock hands in one final desperate human motion.
With a careless flick the TV
screen turns blank.
5 comments:
a worthy winning story
It rather shames the 12 year old Me :)
"You are worth nothing anymore." Does this make sense? It sounds wrong to me and has been bugging me every time I hear it on the radio!!
Makes sense to me. It may not be the way that I'd write it, but then I've never won an annual radio competition! I sometimes quite colloquial speech, and make grammatical errors, if that's the way my character speaks.
Even allowing for that 'glitch' I think it's a great piece of writing. And now I shall boldly go... :o)
I like it! It has a nice charm to it, however I belive it could be more descriptive and adventurous... but its defiently a worthy winning story! Keep Writing...
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~Louis .F. Rost
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