Banana, Yugoslavia, Rainbow

In the somewhere that is Yugoslavia, a banana lays on a desk. It’s yellow. Lightly spotted brown. It’s not in a bowl, surrounded by its fruit companions. Just alone. An ordinary banana, on an ordinary desk.

But this was no ordinary day. The rainbow in the sky may have suggested a pot of gold, some joyous occasion would take place. Alas! That was not to be. The sky glistened blue. The banana glistened yellow. Perfect skin, seamlessly flowing. The oak desk stood firm, banana resting on top.

The small cabin had three rooms, hidden away from the rest of society. The main room was more of a study, with a kitchen area to one side. Then there was a bedroom and one bathroom. The cabin was small, which made it unnoticeable. Hidden deep in the forest, it was miles from the nearest road, and certainly wouldn’t be seen by satellite.

Click! Slowly opening the wooden door creaked slightly as sunlight poured in, illuminating the contents inside. Papers blew across the desk, disturbed by the sudden overflow of air in the room. The room breathed again. Slowly.

The rainbow outside was fading. Precipitation was falling at a slower rate, causing there to be fewer water droplets to sustain it’s vibrant, bright colours. Its radiance slowly slipped out of the sky. The secrets inside the room too were fading.

The intruder made his first tentative steps through the room, his boots imprinting themselves on the scattered paper on the floor. The room looked like it hadn’t been touched in years, cobwebs and dust had made it’s home in all the corners. The window shutters were slightly rotted, allowing small scratches of sunlight to percolate through.

Feeling the banana the intruder could see it was ripe. Its yellow facade a sharp contrast against the faded backdrop. A visual reminder that everything is not always as it seems. But the intruder was not there to worry about bananas.

Carefully, the banana was placed back on the desk. The intruder worked slowly, pawing through the appears. Working to a system, no paper was left unturned, but all were put back in the exact positions they had been found. A sense of urgency did nothing to disturb the precision of the intruder’s work.

A pile of boot-stained papers was growing on the desk. They would have to be removed so no trace was left. Of course, fingerprints were an issue for the other papers, but the number of hands that traded them, it would unlikely be thought of any significance.

The rainbow had completely disappeared now, indicating the onslaught of rain had come to an end. However inside, nothing had disappeared, although the boot-marked papers would soon be of course.

Suddenly there was a beep. The intruder looked around, head spinning to locate the source of the noise. He glanced at his watch, although he knew that it was analogue so it wouldn’t make such a noise.

His glance fell on the banana, where a red light was now flashing at the tip! How could he have been so foolish? He dropped everything, grabbed the papers on the desk and dived for the exit. But as the beeping was getting faster he knew it was too late. The bomb was ready to launch.


Alone. Stranded. Destitute. What more could they lose in this unforgiving, barren land? But for the outcasts, life was unforgiving, uncaring, unending. It wasn’t just the challenging demons of the present that haunted them. It was the past. The future> All woven into one terrible, terrible hideous creature that broke every spirt in their body and left them desperate. Afraid. Alone.

One of these victims was Sarah, who undertook the monumental task of freeing them at such as young age. She stared out from the Command Tower and looked at the collection of tents and thrown together houses that to a passer-by would look no more than a slum.

But it was her slum. her responsibility. At least it was for now. A droplet of water glided down her cheek as she remembered the tales she had been told. Tales from her parents’ generation. She was sitting down outside her tent, when Ol’ Jibb spoke to her. He was one of the lucky ones. Not for some brave heroic deed. He wouldn’t be one to be written about in the Historical Records, one to be spoken about for generations. He simply did what many others failed to do. He made it.

Jibb was full of tales of the Days of Long Ago. Fays of peace. Days of love. Oh! She longed more than ever to get back to those days. Now she was living a nightmare of jumbled thoughts and violence. Was it the violence of her own mind she feared most? How can you measure something you fear more than death itself?

It happened in a day. Proudly standing, the President appeared, his unreadable face masking his thoughts more than ever. He announced The Test. Sarah shuddered at those words. Imprisoned by her thoughts she looked down at the floor, examining the nails in the oak wood in the hope she could distract herself. WHat she would give to shut off those thoughts. But she could only do that in death. And death was not ready for her, yet.

So, she relaxed and surrendering to herself she went back to the fire. Ol’ Jibb was talking about the results of The Test. The President only wanted those with the highest scores. Everyone else was removed from the city. The walls came up, the slums developed. All because of a result on a piece of paper.

Anyone who stayed behind was killed. She shuddered at the brutality of her thought. ‘Passed away’ would have been more appropriate. But a life of evil had taken its toll. Why try and dress up her thoughts. But she had to remain hopeful. Tonight was their last attempt. Spirits had been broken enough, this was their last fight in them. If they failed now, it would all be over. Everything gone. She couldn’t let that be her legacy. 

Even those who made it out weren’t safe. The President ordered the majority of the slums to be eliminated. Wars continued to rage on against the sums on the sides of the city walls. Built away from the city, their shelter offered some protection. But a quick walk up the hill was all that’s needed to see violence which would scar for eternity.

“Sarah I need you to come down, the others are waiting” said Jack.

“Don’t you knock before you enter a room” she snapped, angered by the interruption of her thoughts.

“Sarah, are you okay?” Jack asked.

“None of us are going to be okay again Jack,” she said, her water droplets turning into a light downpour, “we’re never going to be okay again.”

“But remember Ol’ Jibb. He gave you this building. Built from his bare hands. He gave you the fight. He gave you those Historical Records. Don’t let him down, Sarah. Do this for him”

“Don’t you dare use Jibb against me. He was like a father to me” Sarah yelled, her cool composure of a strong leader disintegrating into the abyss.

Jack looked down. Hurt. In another life, their old life, maybe they could be together. They had everything that was needed. Same age. Liked the same things. Ticked all the boxes. But Jack knew that was just a fantasy. A fault line had cut between the two of them, and only the earthquakes of arguments kept them together at all.

“You can’t still blame me for my parents’ actions, Sarah” Jack said. He didn’t know what to say. If Sarah snapped now the whole thing would be off. Everyone below had been looking up to the Command Tower. Everyone had waited for this moment. 

“Why do you say ‘actions’?” Sarah laughed, “Tell me exactly what so-called ‘actions’ did they do?”

“Sarah, please, now is not the time,” Jack said. He was trying to think on his feet. He sat down on an upturned box, studying his feet. Looking down he knew everything about them, in a world of violence, staring at one’s feet was the only way to cut one’s vision off from the horrors of the outside world. It was a skill Jack had mastered well.

“I want you to say it. I need you to say it. Tell me what they did,” Sarah said, standing behind him.

“Sarah I’m not going to say it,” Jack said his voice reduced to a whisper. If only it was another way. He carried his parents’ shame with him. Their burden became his. And now, standing a few feet away from the girl he had a chance at a life with, he hated his parents more than ever.

He felt ashamed for doing so. But then he felt shame for a lot of his thoughts. But how could he escape those negative thoughts? HE was trapped. He thoughts swaddled him from the violence outside. They were the only thing he had left. And he was losing control of even them.

“They killed them!” Sarah shouted, “So they could escape, mine never could.”

“They never escape,” Jack whispered, his soft voice broken.

“They chose not to escape Jack. They took the selfish decision. Kill my parents and them themselves so they didn’t have to face the consequences.”

“I’ve got to live with that too Sarah. We were so young. How could we be to blame?”

Sarah looked at him. Her brain was alive with red sparks. The floodgates opened and now a torrent of thoughts was filling her brain. She sat down and squeezed her eyes shut. No! That just made the thoughts more vivid. A picture of her parents was slowly bringing itself into the front of her consciousness.

Her symphony of darkness was interrupted. She had managed to repress most of her thoughts into a small corner of her brain, leaving the rest of her mind in the safe darkness where no thoughts could penetrate. Now there was light. Her thought’s had been released.

“Sarah?” quizzed Jack, not knowing what to say. He so desperately wanted to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be okay. Repeat the lie that had been passed through generations.

But he held back.

“I’ll be waiting outside Sarah. We need to leave in five” he stated before briskly walking out of the room. Life was too much for him. He had to focus on the plan, hide those feelings away, release them at a later date. Preferably never at all.

Sarah looked back towards the balcony and saw Jack walking off. She broke him. She was broken herself. Her mind was on fire, her thoughts a roller coaster that would never end.

But she had to stay strong. How could she expect the others to if she couldn’t. She climbed down the ladder and approached the waiting crowd. She canned the crowd on her decent. Every last man, woman and child was there.

They clapped as she climbed down. She stared at the ocean of broken faces below her. A small podium of boxes had been created for her. She walked up to it, the crowd fell silent. Adults, twice her age and more, exceedingly qualified and experienced to take her position, fell silent before her. If Ol’ Jibb had believed in Sarah, then that was good enough for them.

“You may be expecting some grand speech here, but as many of you know I’m not one for words,” she said. A laugh from the crowd. A scream of “You can do it!” erupted from the back,

“But I have err…erm…” Sarah trailed off, her words stalled by the faces among her. They had fought so much for this day. They had sacrificed so much. She turned round and stared at Jack standing to one side behind her. her thoughts had already got the better of her once today. She couldn’t repeat that.

She stepped off the makeshift podium. The crowd were still silent, every eye watching her. She stared back at them. If she left now, her parents’ would have died in vain. She found her mum’s face and brought that image straight into her mind.

“I stand here on the same earth you do,” she said, articulating every word without hesitation. her voice, the same powerful one she used when she made her first speech as Commander.

“And we are all here to fight for that earth,” she said, a cheer from the crowd again.

“We should not have to suffer for the events of generations past. We will write our own history!” The fight in her had been released. It wasn’t as though a tiger had been unleashed within her. An entire zoo filled with proprietorial beasts had been let out. The crowd cheered again. 

“And we have been fighting. We built the tunnel!” She said, a pause again fro the crowd to cheer. She could see their broken faces slowly lifting. Their depressed thoughts rising into the mist and disappearing above the clouds. The happiness they felt in this moment from their superficial freedom far outweighed any happiness they felt before. They savoured this moment. This moment would be the most powerful in all of their lives/. They held silent for a few moments, to be finally at peace.

“And we will use the tunnel. The Test has divided us. But tonight. Tonight we go under the walls, under the city and back to our land. Back to the homes we lived in. The streets we journeyed every day. Back to our life.” Another pause for the crowd. The cheer never came.

“But how will we get back to that life?” Sarah asked the crowd, repeating the question that was on all of their minds. She could tell that her speech, although on a good track, was starting to trail off.

“It’s written in the Historical Records that if the President is killed all previous decisions under them are reverted. A clean slate. The Test is no more” she answered.

“But he’s guarded. How will we do it?” someone shouted from the back.

“Ol’ Jibb was the closest of all of us to the President. The President doesn’t have guards within the grounds when he’s home. He doesn’t believe in any threats from us. Our tunnel goes up within the grounds. Therefore, we bypass the guards.”

“You make it sound so simple. Why hasn’t it been done before?” someone asked. The crowd were getting restless now. Promising freedom was one thing. Getting everyone to work on that promise was another. 

“We have never tunnelled so far before. We have done something no one else has been able to achieve. Years of trying has not led to our chance of freedom. We owe it to those who have gone before us. Those here now that did go through it,” Sarah waved a hand to the adults in the pack. Though few, some managed to make it out alive.

“We suffered The Test. Then The Killing. Now we can get our freedom. Our Freedom will have capital letters. Our Freedom will go down in the Historical Records.

“So?” Sarah asked “Who’s with me?”

The sea of broken faces all stepped forward.

“We are,” they said. 

The Hidden Enemy

This was written for my English Language GCSE Mock in November 2017

I consume the black spires of death, those mountainous peaks from which the sunlight shines through, trying to cling on in desperation. At least it is, for now. I feel the cold rising, the sun surreptitiously shining nearing the horizon, hiding from me. The impertinent sun continues to focus its rays on me, continues to foolishly light up the way, trying to assist people, trying to let them see the path back. But as time slowly passes the sun gets weaker and weaker until it finally surrenders so only the cool moonlight remains.

But something’s wrong.

Intently I stare across my domain, my kingdom, my empire, this mountainous region which I have been bestowed the honour of keeping in my possession all night. I see a light. It stands out like a wrong note in my symphony of darkness. On one of the mountains, there’s a small group of tourists that failed to get back before my night fell. They desperately try and use their phones and torches to penetrate me, both trying to stay safe on the treacherous mountain passes and to try and locate their base of safety. I stay close with them, occasionally flickering their torches with the harsh wind of my anger belligerently bellowing into them.

“Curse this horrid darkness! Why didn’t we go back earlier, we wouldn’t have had to walk through this?” How foolishly they curse me! How dare they! How dare they not respect my power! Lightning is now flashing and I am brewing up a storm of pure anger as I demonstrate the power which they so foolishly mock. I turn the air cold. No one will ever make fun of the power of the dark, the power to control, the power to extinguish. All light. All hope. All life.

I see the tourists as they desperately move quicker now, occasionally losing their footing on the mountain passes. They have seen the storm above them, with great flashes of lightning and roaring thunder. I see their fear. I see their desperation. Even now they still try and light up the path ahead. Across the mountain I sweep a thick, heavy mist and throw it at the tourists, plunging them into total darkness and making them lose all bearings.

Humans. These arrogant, feral animals believe they can overcome all obstacles and if there is a problem with nature, they can just move it out the way. They invented lights so I couldn’t control them during the night. But I still scare them. Many with all their light bulbs and torches still fear me. Some younger ones won’t even let me in when they’re sleeping because their fear is so great. I have control over all of them. And yet they still mock me.

I see the group of tourists holding a rope between them now, making sure they can still follow safely during the mist. I continue to watch their progress, as their phones and torch batteries are slowly running out, the lights are dimming. I am ready to extinguish this once and for all. I love the moment when a light is barely shining and suddenly I extinguish it and take over that space. I have that power. I have that control. I have all control. I am just waiting for the lights to die and for them to be truly alone with me in these mountainous heights.

The waiting is over. The lights flick out. What was a small piece of light now turns black. I don’t care about the cries from the tourists their conversations their petty plans for survival. I have won the battle. I have consumed the light. I have regained the control they fought so bravely for, but it was all in vain for them. Finally, I can be a master of my kingdom once more. All the light has gone as I sweep across the mountains in glee, seeing the cold veil fo the dark fall over me, as I have reclaimed my kingdom from the vile light.

Those great black spires of death, from where the sun shined has now been void of life. The flowers have closed. The birds have gone to nest. The animals have gone to their barrows. And the vagabonds which crossed my mountains, who dared mock me, have also been consumed by my great darkness. For I am the master of these mountains; nothing will ever get past me. For where there is darkness, there is death.

And death shall consume all. I will consume all
I am the darkness.

I am death.