Creative Writing Week 8

April 2nd 1984

 

The cube buzzed with electricity as the girl worked. The girl had been working on the cube for ages and today she could finally finish her masterpiece.The cube could have enough energy to power all her robots and could finally get revenge on her enemy. 

 

As the girl sat and slowly zapped and clanked the cube together with her tools she wondered what she would do first, would she save her father or get revenge? Her thoughts were a mix of anger and worry. Eventually the cube clunked to life and the robots that lay around her stood up to follow their master to victory. 

“It’s time,” she shouted.

 

May 19th 1984 

 

The girl leaped from roof to roof as people on the street below shouted and screamed. It had been six weeks since she had saved her father and had been hiding for many weeks now. The girl only appeared to get food or water until today. 

 

Two hours beforehand there was a loud bang as the door to their hideout was booted open and the girl had woken with the sound of boots thudding along the hallway. The police had raided the house and trashed her stuff. The girl had managed to escape through the back window but her father didn’t hear the bang. He was forced into the back of a van and the girl hadn’t seen him since. 

 

The sun was setting and the girl was searching for a place to rest that wasn’t trashed with rubbish and junk. She found an old rusting can and used it to drink rain water that gathered in puddles around an alleyway covered in moss and other unknown gunk. The alleyway was the safest place to hide and she was tired from running so it was her best option for the night. The robots that helped rescue her dad had shut down after the raid because the police smashed the power cube making the robots useless and weak. 

In the morning the sun was blazing and the girl rubbed her eyes as she stood up, her back ached and the sound of cars and trucks boomed into the alley. She walked to the back of the alley and climbed the fence. The girl’s tummy rumbled and she realised that she hadn’t eaten since the raid. Her throat was dry and the girl decided to try and get some food.  

 

She found her way through multiple food stands and busy markets until she came across some fruit and noddles being sold by an old man. The girl snuck up beside the  stall and reached over the side grabbing a handful of noddles and some strange exotic fruit. 

To be continued… 

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