Toilet Paper Diaries (pt 2 + 3)

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March 27 Ten years after the fall of mankind

Today in the complexes our water system busted. Water was every where; we were all demanded to leave the facility until it was fixed. I know and you know that it will take weeks. So I sit outside in the dirty streets as I write with you pressed against my knee. The families around me sit and wait like I do. It really did not surprise any one of us, really; it was a four room building with 12 families piled in neatly. So we sit and watch things pass us by when we are demanded to leave our home. I watch the children run off too work with no salary and the parents go off too council meetings; “Can we salvage the air crafts, the automobiles, and the advances”?

We watch the beaten down shopping carts hobble past us. Our eyes still turn over to the tall stacks of smocking hell on earth with its’ black, billowing, hateful mess. It was where all the new things were created. To better save….


April 29 Ten years after the fall of mankind

… I woke up with the nightmare blazing in my brain. To think we saw it coming.

My boss told me that the business of delivery was no longer needed. The once and again air craft was reinvented. It would seem it is lost and found knowledge. I really didn’t care, really I didn’t.

I walked home to the complex and sat outside on the steps. They were different looking aircrafts. In World War III they were smooth and swift with grey metal and frightful speed. They carried the hydrogen bomb with them at all times. World War III was nothing compared to this hell. It was sort of like a dirty pillow faced to the option of stone. Hell or Hell?

by Holly N. L.

This week we start with our first piece, The Toilet Paper Diaries. It is by Holly N. L., who I met on deviantART. She has been a huge help in spreading the word and creating a brilliant introduction to the world of canonFOUR. We start off with one character's view of the world in a place called Circle Town... more entries to follow in the next few weeks!

January 18 Ten years after the fall of mankind

Hello, Dear Diary,

I miss watching television on Sunday. What a completely boring thing it was to wake up in the morning and watch Kim Possible save the day again. I ate corn flakes from a box with a tiger smiling and giving me the ‘thumbs up’, because I was so great. School…

School was fun; when I think back. The people, the smell, the sounds. I remember my freshman year in high school, I was scared and cocky. Did you remember the sensation you got when the bell just sounded off and you have one moment left to scramble to class; the teacher right outside the door? I was always tardy, it makes me smile now. Oh the teacher hated it; she hated it as though tardiness was sin. I remember her, that teacher, who was older than Earth and bigger than a bus. I can’t help laughing, really I can’t. We hated her; and now I love her.

When the buses arrived I used to sing “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles all the way home. My best friend, I don’t remember her name… Amy, Amelia, Amanda; it doesn’t matter; she used to sing with me. Can you remember dinner at your house? I do, I really do remember my mother making soup and toasted cheese with cola for a drink in a plastic glass that had the funny smell of air drying. I kind of miss sitting with my family, I really miss sitting with my family. We used to watch the news. You know before the melt down. There used to be heated arguments over political crap.

I don’t know why I ramble on today. I guess seeing the fight break out in the mid-circle today stirred memories. I feel compressed; what am I saying everyone now-a-days feel compressed. Let me tell you what happened in the circle: these two young teenagers were playing futbol. It took me a long time to get used to the word for that game; futbol. Anyway, these boys began to get into the ball game and spoke out loud about the others. Silly, stupid things that could get on any one person’s nerves. They spoke of their parents’, the who was who in this miserable, cold society. It made some mad. In my opinion nobody is a somebody in this world. Not in Circle town; we live to live one day at a time. I just stood there and watched. You know if I had said or done something some rule would have been broken. Rules and laws, you know those things that rule this world.

Another day over. I guess the futbol scene reminded me of the young boys in school or how youth in general used to act; or rather they still act like. Time does not change youth, it would seem that only the youth can change their youth.

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