A New Dawn

As I am a budding writer, I will be occassionally using this blog to post my latest attempts at stories, poetry etc as well as the usual witterings. I would appreciate it if you could take the time to read these posts, and comment on what you think about them. Constructive criticism is very welcome. Thanks in advance.

A New Dawn.

A dull pressure between her legs lulled her away from the hollow accusing eyes, swept up in flames of condemnation, that pulled at the corners of her dreams almost every night, decaying them slowly into nightmares. Regaining her senses, Sammy widened her eyes until she felt as if the retina would pull away, and let the half-light flood the images leaving only the beautifully formed face in front of her: Celia.

This was the only truly perfect moment of every day, when everything they had hoped to achieve was encapsulated in her form and her only goal was to pleasure her. Despite her body's niggling desires, work needed to be attended to, and so, reluctantly, Sammy pushed her lover away with gentle force. Celia frowned, but held a playful glow in her pretty face.

“You asked to be woken up.”

Sammy laughed; a deep harsh-sounding laugh, one that you would automatically associate with her once you witnessed her appearance.

“Yeah, but an alarm clock would have done. I have a packed schedule today.” She spoke with the same gruffness that her laugh contained.

Celia nodded, understanding what today was. Sammy had received her annual call-up and it was essential that she obeyed the terms. Neither of them enjoyed the process, but there was no alternative. As her older lover hopped out of bed, Celia lay imagining the mythical past she had heard so much about; secretly wishing that life could return to that simple banality.

Sammy had the commanding military strut of an army general. Her menacing demeanour demanded respect and she received it in abundance. It was a fundamental quality to have in her line of work and the young women of her district abided by the laws. Of course, they had little choice.

The sun beamed down upon her shaven head as she paced back and forth through her designated estate, always alert and ready to counter any mischievous mishaps. It was unfortunate that the students were forbidden to rise for another hour, as Sammy was just in the mood to take in the long, tanned legs that many of them possessed. Instead, she was expected to contain her itch for the “good of humanity”. She inwardly cursed the mayoress' slogan. Sammy turned the corner into the next street, full of identical detached houses, indistinguishable to those that could be found in every corner of the 'Ainiaan Block'.

An elderly woman and her partner were sat outside their house, indulging in hushed conversation. Alarmed by their low volume, Sammy moved stealthily towards the pair, stopping at a distance where she could eavesdrop. Oblivious to the intruder, the two women continued to gossip.

“Sure, the world wasn't perfect before, but it has gotten dramatically worse since the Amazon's uprising. It is despicable the way they treat them-”

Suddenly aware of Sammy's presence, the younger woman impeded on her older lover's speech, “I know Mary, but there is nothing we can do.”

Sammy gave a threatening smile to the new traitors, and, ignoring her guilty conscience, noted the incident. She would later pass on their names to the mayoress, and Mary and her lover would join the host of women already haunting Sammy's sleep.

The call-up centre, as it was called by the senior wardens, was situated by the block's exit. Every woman knew what occurred in there and horror stories were shared, so it widely became known as what it used to be: a prison. Sammy had finished her shift and was making her way to the prison. The journey was littered with harsh reminders that conformity was compulsory.

Sammy allowed her mind to wander as she walked. Warm, fuzzy memories and thoughts about Celia caused a flicker of a smile to appear on her face. She loved Celia, but could not refrain from envying her. After all, she was born after the peak of the terror. Unlike Sammy, she had not suffered personal loss or experienced the end of traditional families. Luckily, Celia was therefore innocently naïve.

Five strong hooded figures had barged into Sammy's home one evening when she was only six years old. She had a photographic image of the moment her father was taken away etched permanently on her brain. The episode had been replicated on a global scale, signalling the beginning of a new dawn.

The rotten smell of burning flesh permeated Sammy's nostrils, bringing her back to the present. That foul aroma meant that she had arrived at 'The Pit'. It was, as it's name suggested a giant, and extremely deep crater, where traitors of the regime were publicly burnt alive. Decadent piles of bones clung to the surface pitilessly like an abused child cowering in a corner, frightened but also confused as to what it has done wrong. Sammy's stomach turned, as tears rolled down her hard face. She was fully aware that many of the victims had been sent here due to her recommendations.

Sammy ran for the remainder of the journey. She ignored the horrific landmarks that she swiftly passed; the colossal childcare unit; the main laboratory, formerly an all boys school; and the holy statue of Doris Flannery - founder and spearhead of the new world.

When she arrived at her destination, Sammy breathed in before respiring out gravely. She walked up to a hooded prison guard, gave her name: Sammy Flannery, and was led to her own personal “reproduction machine”. She passed the infamous chamber, where, stood outside was a butch woman with a male baby in one hand and a glistening machete in the other. Sammy vomited in her mouth a little but continued following the guard.

Once inside her cell, she was met by the sight of a skinny man sat on a chair, his hands tied tightly behind his back. He began to scream, but she placed a gag in his mouth.

“Be useful and give me a daughter,” Sammy ordered, the domineering tones hiding her nervousness.