#3. Unbroken.

I want to challenge myself so I decided that I from now on want to write one short piece of fiction each day. I might fail some days, but trying is succeeding, right?

That said, here is today’s. Enjoy!


There are moments you exaggerate to make appear more glorious
and then there are moments that enter so purely extravant and so full of glory that no matter how great the words used
you never quite manage to capture their essence.

This one is of the latter kind.

I knew it the first time I saw the guards (or greyhounds, as us dwellers like to call them) escort her through those big dining room doors- this moment would go down in history.
Maybe not in the history of the world or anything like that, but in mine.
I can’t quite put my finger on why, as one annoyingly always fails to do when it comes to things that actually matter, but the effect she had on me as she confidently walked in head held high came like an invinsible foreign force, quickly and without fail exterminating every single thing I had previously believed to be true about our species.

They lied to us.

We are not lost. We are not powerless. We are not as fickle and evil as they want us to believe.
We can’t be. Five minutes ago I would have never dared to question anything so societaly fundamental, but now I know it can’t be true.

If it is, there is no way she is human.

Maybe I did manage to put my finger on it after all. Hope.
For the first time for as long as I can remember, I felt hope, and it slowly but surely worked its way deep into my dry bones.
For the first time in a long long, long time, I finally witnessed something unbroken, and
my God, was she beautiful.

Hanna Streng


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