Year 2120: After Noah

It was nearing nightfall as young Elijah hurriedly but quietly made his way up the crawl-space to the hatch which led to outer world. Dust and debris moved about freely, but his body had endured worse. After some tinkering with the hatch-lock, the access-doors managed to open and he promptly hopped out, taking his first breath of the finest air his adolescent lungs had inhaled in a long time.
It had been years since young Eli had ventured back up to outer world. He was only a boy when mounting climate change and the ensuing culture wars forced lower class citizens to move. The costs of living above ground had grown far too high for his family to stay. All this time later, here he was, above ground for the first time in a long time.
The year was now 2120, and while many strides had been made to combat the environmental catastrophe, in truth, not much had really changed. Elijah hid as the sunlight dimmed behind the distant ruins of an old city. He rested his knapsack on the floor next to him and waited patiently between the uptown generators which powered the advanced city above ground, and the high-tech purifier-systems which pumped unclean air back out of the highly inhabited areas.
As the beautiful blue sky began turning darker, he heard the voice of a woman mumbling nearby. Up on a nearby hill, an old woman whispered a prayer as she placed plastic bags over the plants in her garden.
The woman rose to her feet and brushed dirt from her pants before looking in his direction. Nervously, Elijah raised his hand and waved to her. The old woman grimaced from behind her white picket fence before turning and going inside her home. Eli took a deep breath. He felt as though he already knew what she was thinking in that moment, for it was often the same thing he heard in his own mind.
“You don’t belong here…”
Maybe I don’t, Elijah thought admittedly to himself as he tried to brush away the dirt stain on his sleeve that wouldn’t go away. Then again, who’d want to belong HERE of all places?
The full moon took over the night sky, hypnotizing Eli into deep wonder. Still the boy began to grow impatient. He had taken the risk of coming to outer world for one reason…for one person.
“What’s taking her so long?”
He slammed his fist against the generator door. “Figures! If this were anyone else…”
“If this were anyone else…what,” a female voice asked from behind him.
Elijah gasped and darted up from his spot, gazing up at the mystery person behind him. There, a young woman stood poised atop the generator, both hands on her hips. Elijah smiled.
He took a sharp breath before continuing.
“What are you supposed to be…some sort of superhero?”
“Well, judging by that scream of yours, it sounds like you could use some saving,” Riel quipped before climbing down to the ground next to Elijah.
“You came. I’m glad,” Riel confessed.
Elijah scoffed at her somewhat odd remark “Well, I’m just glad YOU managed to make it. You kept me waiting here for some time now.”
Riel eyed him curiously.
“What exactly do you mean, I kept you waiting? I told you, I couldn’t sneak out until it was dark enough. We have curfew up here, you know. It’s not my fault you decided to show up early.”
Elijah stammered, unprepared for Riel’s outburst. “Well…I didn’t want to be late.”
A moment passed silently between the two of them before they both burst into laughter. Riel ran into Eli’s arms, holding him against her tightly.
“Eli,” she whispered softly.
Elijah hugged her just as tightly, and almost instantly, his anxieties faded away and he was simply reunited with an old friend.
The two friends walked down toward the high rise, which had been built years ago to combat to colossally risen sea levels of the new century. Riel peered over at the decaying housing complexes beneath them, places uninhabitable for nearly three decades. Those homes had been the government’s initial response to the earliest signs of the long prophesized phenomenon.
“How did it get so bad,” Eli asked, bewildered.
“I’m sure they teach you the same thing down there,” Riel began.
“Hurricane Noah came. It came and it wouldn’t leave. Then everything changed.”
“All those people,” Elijah began.
“Eli! Don’t, just…don’t.”
Elijah pulled a flask from his knapsack and brought it to his lips. They embraced each other in silence and continued walking down the newly structured dock, stopping again when they arrived at the entrance to the cavern that led back to his own home. Riel grew quiet, waiting for him to say something, anything about his life in lower world. Elijah simply stared grimly.
“I probably shouldn’t stay up her too long,” he said stoically.
Riel took the bottle from his hand and drank. “Really? I thought you had until sunrise. Speaking of which, I brought some Sun-Ready. It should keep your skin cool in case the sun sneaks up on us.”
Elijah smiled appreciatively.
“Thanks, but that’s not why. They take roll call now. It’s a new policy. If you don’t have a permit to be elsewhere, you must be present for roll call.”
Riel looked away. “Yeah I know. My grandfather told me about that. Well maybe you should think about getting one of those permits.”
Elijah was surprised at the suggestion. “You think so?”
“Sure,” Riel exclaimed. “If you found a job up here, then you could come and go as you please. Maybe you could even stay here.”
Elijah swallowed hard. The idea of staying here…with her moved him deeply.
“Is that…what you want,” Eli asked.
“More than anything,” she insisted.
Riel held his gaze for several seconds. Suddenly a bright light flashed in both of their faces. Riel gasped as a stern voice called to them.
“Hey, you two! Hold it right there!”
A young night-watcher stood at the edge of the dock, blocking their path. Elijah grabbed Riel’s hand and pulled her toward him. She looked up at him, frightened.
“Run,” he yelled. The two turned around and ran back the way they came. The night-watcher blew his whistle and chased after them.
They dock had grown darker, and Eli and Riel found themselves running aimlessly, unsure of which way to go. In the haziness of the high-rise, Riel lost sight of the path ahead of her. Elijah looked in her direction just in time to see her lose her footing, screaming as she fell over the edge and into the fog-covered waters below.
Elijah gasped.
“Riel,” he cried, before diving into the water after her. The dock grew quiet, except for the night-watcher’s footsteps as he bolted to the edge of the dock and peered over. The waters were silent. Shocked, he turned and ran to his hovercraft, flying off into the night.
Elijah emerged from the water, helping Riel stay afloat. She clung to him as he made his way to the landing of the abandoned complexes. They climbed out together.
As an odorous mix of brown fog and decades-old smoke followed them into the room, Riel began to cough uncontrollably. Elijah quickly handed her one of his breathing cartridges and she took several laboured breaths.
“I need to sit down somewhere,” Riel said, as she limped to the corner of the room.
“Watch your step,” Eli said half-jokingly.
He helped her to a nearby mattress and sat down next to her. While Riel continues struggling to breathe, Eli oddly breathed fine. Together they watched as the fog finally retreated back to the silent waters.
“It’s crazy, isn’t it,” Eli said. “It moves almost as though it has a soul.”
“Some might even argue that it does…another phenomenon caused by climate change.”
Eli massaged Riel’s foot, which had grown swollen in the fall. On the wall in front of them, someone had drawn a picture of a creature neither of them could accurately identify.
“Wow, someone’s got a wild imagination. It must be an alien or something,” Eli commented.
“No it looks kind of familiar…like those pictures my pop used to show us kids when we were little. The stories he used to tell. Do you remember?”
Eli turned and looked at her in disbelief. “Are you kidding? There’s NO way that’s a real thing.”
Riel shrugged and began tinkering with an old radio on the floor next to her. Eli observed the magnificent drawing, intrigued, but also somewhat unsettled by the image. Just the thought that this gigantic creature could have once walked the earth somehow made Eli feel…small.
“So what, it pisses out of its face,” Eli joked before cowering to Riel’s look of disapproval.
Riel finally got the radio to work, after pointing the antenna towards the full moon, siphoning enough lunar energy to get sound to play. Eli sat back down beside her and together they listened silently as a truly ancient song began to play.
Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don’t they know it’s the End of the World
Cause you don’t love me anymore.
Elijah sighed. “So…it’s the end of the world, huh?”
“Coincidentally so,” Riel said. Elijah nodded and settled into the mattress next to her.
I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything’s the same as it was
I can’t understand, no, I can’t understand
How life goes on the way it does
“It sure does feel like it sometimes, don’t you think,” Riel started. Eli turned to face her.
“Like the world is ending, you mean?”
“Maybe…or maybe it already has…” Riel laughed heartily. Eli stared at her, unsure of whether this was truly an attempt at humour. A moment passed, and then tears began to fill her eyes, and then she began to cry.
Eli looked away in deep sorrow. Without much thought, he took her hand. They locked eyes…and kissed as the song filled the silence.
Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don’t they know it’s the End of the World?
It ended when you said goodbye.
As the fog clouds began to dissipate, Riel broke free of Eli’s embrace.
“I think we should try to find our way out of here.”
“I agree. Don’t worry. I’ll get you home,” Eli offered comfortingly.
Riel stood up and took several breaths from the cartridge. They continued walking through the tunnel of the old city, hoping to find their way to the bottom of the hill.
Finally after about an hour of walking, the two reached the other side of the tunnel. The air had grown much clearer now, and Riel gazed excitedly out at the ocean, the clearest, and the bluest, she had ever seen it.
Elijah looked up and recognized the white picket fence belonging to the old lady who had been gardening. He smiled and began moving towards the hill, when suddenly he felt a stinging itch all along his arm.
“Oh no,” Eli lamented, before wincing in pain and collapsing. Frightened, Riel knelt to examine him.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Eli clawed desperately at his skin in agony. “Ugh, it hurts all over!”
Riel gazed up in time to catch the gleaming of an early sunrise. Poor Eli hadn’t seen enough sunlight in his short lifetime to grow accustomed to its effects. Riel rummaged through his bag until she found the bottle of Sun-Ready she had given him. She promptly covered as much visible skin as she could find.
As the sun began to fully emerge, a hovercraft appeared above the water in front of them, flashing bright emergency lights in their direction. Riel gasped and held Elijah close to her.
“Thank God,” the emergency responder exclaimed with a look of relief on his face. For a moment Riel and Elijah were confused.
Above them, two additional sky-crafts descended upon them. The night-watchers stared down at the two of them, amazed that anyone could have survived in such a polluted part of the city for the entire night. Riel looked down at Elijah as he gazed back up at her. He was smiling.
Maybe it isn’t the end of the world, after all.



I’m not entirely sure of where I am now. In trying to find myself, I have stumbled upon life-altering spaces I never dreamed possible.

Consciousness and awareness is very much still a part of my being…a part of my journey to self-discovery. My mind has had moments of purposeful strength. It challenged me at every turn and nearly overcame me.

Guilt, depression, fear, sadness…I felt it all. I had to face my truth, the truth of who I was and who I am becoming. Slowly I am learning to channel the various energies within me…the darkness and the light.

The Parable is a true testament to me facing that fear, going out into the world and being tested in every sense of the word. All that I’ve been faced against all that I am.

I am still unsure of what MY future looks like. I only remember what my future self told me…which was everything…and nothing, it was. I’ve been given the chance I thought I’d lost.

These epiphanies I’ve been having amidst my inner struggles are GREAT sources of comfort, but I feel they also embody the challenges I will need as I continue to grow stronger. May this journey bring some sort of revelation to the world.

And may it be beautiful?




Why Do We Flee From Destiny?

Why do we so often flee from destiny?

It seems so silly, doesn’t it?

Destiny always finds us, one way or another.

In this life or another.


What is it about having a destiny that scares us?

Is it the notion that we could be so important?

Anointed. Gifted. Chosen.

Such words always sounded like fairy tales to me.




The Strange Game

We are trapped
We cannot breathe
Our voice is stolen
We long to be freed

Some said go away
And that soon it would pass
But they followed us and taunted us.
How long could this last?

Within these walls
We have found some peace
Awaiting our moment
Awaiting release

Now our efforts are voided
By the choices we made
While their privilege is shattered.
But from the games that they played.

In cherishing our fall…
They lost their own footing
Now it hurts them to laugh
And we are to be blamed?

It seems Karma also likes to play…
That’s just how it must be
It really was a strange game
Don’t you agree?