Fallen World

Fallen World.
A futuristic story by a user who cares.
Introduction:
They say there are problems. Big problems. 
Extinction. Pollution. Deforestation. Poaching. Global warming.
They say the world is in danger.
They say that we will lose species, places, that soon we will have transformed the perfect planet that is Earth into an inhospitable place.
And yet we still do nothing about it.
This story is a warning.
A warning of what will happen if we do not take action soon.
Read on, if you have time.
If you have time to take in what could happen.
And once you have read it, do something about it.
Because unless we do something, this story, this figment of an ordinary persons mind could become reality.
So read on. 
Read on if you care.
Chapter One:
Smoke. Thick, smothering smoke, hanging in the air like a sheet. Like mother says sheets used to hang from washing lines.
I laughed when she first told me. 
Who would hang clean sheets out in the mirky, dirty world outside?
I thought she was joking. She wasnt.
She explained it all. I could almost imagine it... But not quite. A brighter, cleaner world was out of my reach.
I listened, entranced, to her tales of the old times. 
The brighter days, as she liked to call them.
Days when the air was clear, and soft breezes ruffled your hair.
Days when your skin was bitten by the cold, instead of the overpowering, suffocating heat that constantly hangs around you.
Days when strange beasts like 'rhinos', big grey plated animals with curved ivory horns, and 'turtles', green animals in beige shells, with cute little flippers, which lived under the sea, roamed earth.
I laughed at the turtles as well. 
For something to live underwater? 
The oceans are in constant turmoil, battered by raging storms and filled with debris and waste. 
Most of the water is black, or cloudy grey, from the grime and rubbish that has been thrown carelessly in it.
I once saw a picture of it, shining. 
I thought it was so pretty and nice... A patch of ocean that wasn't filled with our leftovers!
That was until mother told me it was a patch of oil. Just another patch of trash...
Apparently, the sea used to be clear. It used to be blue! That's one of the things I just can't get my head around. That any natural thing could be blue...
Mother says the sky used to be blue as well.
It's so grey and clogged up with smoke and clouds that any trace of that bright colour has vanished.
I live in a barren, dark world. 
But for some reason, I don't feel as if I care as much as I should.
I suppose it's because I never knew the brighter days.
This is all I know.
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