Home in a world filled with war. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

My name is Flo, I am 23 years old living in central London, England. I have lived here all my life but with how the world is turning out I have been forced to make a decision whether to stay or leave. This was my home for a long time, but I have nothing left here, no friends, no family, Everything swept away within the space of a couple Months. Let me start from the beginning. It is 2027 mid June. Our world has gone into crisis. Wars have been breaking out everywhere. Homes have been bombed, peoples lives lost. History, art, architecture, Everything that has been preserved and kept now lost in a cloud of smoke. This is World War III. The war started in neighbouring countries and distant countries, England thought they were safe But like every other country, they were dragged into the hellfire. It did not start out small, it started with a bang, and unfortunately, that bang started centre of London. I remember that night like it was yesterday, Everyone was slightly nervous of the

The walk is long and the sun slowly draws lower and lower till it hits the tree tops, casting a glorious glow across the fields filled with green crops, tall wild flower growing alongside the fences and the warm breeze combing through my hair. I take a seat and decide to grab my sketch book, taking in the glorious views and taking mental notes and images while drawing out the scenery. Minuets turn into hours and the sun descends past the horizon displaying hues of pinks, oranges and purple tones in the sky. I pack up and carry on my way. As the night air descends, my vision becomes engulfed into darkness, only the spotting of starts displayed above me and the moon to light the path ahead. I spot a farm house upahead, its light on. A bard just outside the property with its doors open. I quietly make my way towards the barn and sneak in. The floor scattered with dry hay and large hay bales to the right of the barn. I tuck myself between a couple of the hay bales and grab my jumper, lay

We walk around the Madonna del Sasso Sanctuary for a while, every so often stealing glances of Carlo. The two men were deep in conversations, Marcel asking for my opinion here and there, not that I had much to say or any input into their topics. My hands roamed the cold stone walls, the carved brickwork and finery. " it's beautiful isn't it?" A deep voice whispers beside me, I glance up at Carlo whose eyes were gazing deep into mine sending shock waves through my body. For a moment I felt like the compliment was aimed at me by the way he looked at me. I flinched my hand away from the stone carvings and averted my eyes into any other direction that his " ah yes! It is exquisite, I've never been outside of England before so this is all very new and overwhelming to me" I blurt out, I see a smile apear on Carlos face, I hadn't noticed Marcel had wandered off to read some form of dialect on the wall, leaving myself and Carlo together standing alone together. "Tell me, what brought you here

He stands there breathing slightly heavy, sweat dripping from his muscles. My eyes avert left to right while knowing full well his eyes are burning a hole into me. "It is so good to see you again. Marcel had told me when you'd arrived, I'm sorry I was unable to meet with you sooner" Carlo says completely unaware of his indecency and the affects it's doing to me. " ah no don't be silly, I can see you're a busy man, no need to apologise" the words stumble out of my mouth and my hands clinging for dear life on the door frame. "Here let me clean up a little then we can go for a stroll" Carlo reply's as he places his tool down and walks round the back. The other man simply stood there gawping at me but I'm not quite sure why. I left the doorway and stood a little more into the sunlight waiting for Carlo. POV Carlo.I went round the back and grabbed a wet flannel, wiping away the dust and sweat from my upper body and face. It must have been fate for her to find me in the clammy old buil

I hear a click of footsteps on the stairs and look up to see the most beautiful woman in the world, my breath is taken from me as my mouth hangs open automatically in absolute awe of her brilliance. What a fabulous dress, yet again, she never ceases to surprise me, every outfit fitted her perfectly like they were made for her and only her, she could wear a pillowcase and still be the most attractive woman alive. She could turn hay to silk with a glance of her gaze and melt an iceberg with a touch of her finger. My god, I think I've fallen for her, more than that, I'm obsessed, transfixed and at her mercy, I am hers to do with as she like, ide gladly be her puppet. I brought back to reality when she stops halfway down the stairs and looks at me bewildered the speaks in a slightly hushed voice "um, why are you wearing that?" Ahh I see, I should have told get a dress code... That is totally on me, my bad. "well um the thing is... Don't worry about that, lets go and you will soon find