|A City On A HillPart One:People of Fire and Blood
Author: Itzcoatl PM
A young boy and his father travel to an isle in the midst of turmoil and revolution. Can this isle become a nation and ultimately a city on a hill.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Suspense - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,236 - Reviews: 7 - Updated: 12-27-06 - Published: 12-08-06 - id: 2287226
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A City On A Hill
Chapter One: The Best Place To Live
Michael Brown and his father were unpacking their things from
large boxes which were used to hold things when they traveled to Farr.
Michael's father got tired of London life and so he bought land, packed up
his things and left like the other million English who left Britain to settle
Farr. Michael was 15 and of course he didn't like the move.
" Dad, of all the places you could of moved to you come here?" asked
Michael after being very impatient with a stubborn box which he couldn't
open for some reason. Michael's dad shook his head and smiled.
" Son... this is probably the best place on Earth. Wide open spaces to breathe
with the wind in your hair and the sun shining down on your face... this is
the land for me," he said wishfully. He began putting pictures on the shelves
of their new home. It was a small house but good enough for only two
people. He looked at a particular frame and stared at it suddenly looking
twenty years older.
" I guess the move has been hard on us since the accident but we need to
start again. No drowning in our misery or wasting the time we have on this
Earth Mike," he said sadly.
Michael stared into empty space. He remembered the accident as well. He
and his father, two sisters and mother were taking a bus tour through the
United States one night. It was raining pretty hard but no one thought
anything could happen right? Wrong. The bus flipped over crushing his
sisters and mother. Sparing he and his father but also leaving Michael with
a small scar on his left cheek.
Michael felt a dull ache as usual when he thought about that day but he
forgot that ache as soon as dad got to work again.
Suddenly a small bottle smashed through the window leaving a million little
pieces of glass everywhere. A distant voice in the dark cried out saying -
" Go home you limey bastards!"
Suddenly Farr didn't seem like the best place to live anymore.