“The Illustrated Man” by Rad Bradbury, a continuation of the prologue written by yours truly for a Graphic Design/Advanced Composition project, enjoy 🙂
The first Illustration quivered and came to life, swaying as if the wind itself could move the ink. Swirls of orange and yellow peeked out above the dizzy of black clouds. A girl emerged from the emptiness, warm brown hands sprouting from tree bark, half of her thick, red hair cascading down tanned shoulders and the other half piled high on top of her head, sad eyes like drops of water and hands carved out of leaves. She had jewelry like vines and clothes weaved from pieces of tender fruit. She peeked her head above the water she knew so well, fish circling her like a necklace, salty water dripping down her smooth skin. The fire behind her illuminated her gentle curves and lit up the sky, sparks sprinkling down and hitting her ocean like rain. She ducked under the water and swam up to the pier, gripping the rotting wood with small hands. The night was ablaze, red hot with anger. She leapt up onto the pier, shaking off tangled seaweed from her legs as she ran alongside her winged brother who owned the skies that had been destroyed just as her oceans had. Water spilled out of her open mouth, leaving salty residue on her teeth and tongue. As she ran, or more accurately stumbled, she spit up more, grains of gritty salt and kicked-up dirt finally taking its toll on her small frame and young lungs. Mother Nature couldn’t protect her own kin from the dirty air and splitting ground. The girl tripped, brown smudges dirtying her golden skin, hair twisted into unfixable knots, and eyes as full of water as her ocean. Laid out on the dark ground, fire closing in on her already fiery hair. Mother Nature tried to apologize, but she only shook the Earth more. Her daughter’s soft features were hardened, water droplet eyes closed in fear, and tree bark hands red with blood. Mad laughter escaped from the Earth, the noise echoing off her seven seas and the reverb crushing the girl under its weight. Father Time took a hold of the ocean and the sky, fighting against his clock to escape the sand in his timer and the sand being kicked up from a dying Earth. There is only so much time to run away before you reach the edge of the sky, before the ocean becomes too deep, before Mother Nature loses hope for a better tomorrow. This is the first day of The End. The Earth finally fought back, and not even she was ready.