Dystopian World

The Houses of Parliament was now a ghost building there had not been a government since the blackwash of Prime Minister metalworker, which was a good, yet sinister event, for it was PM Smith who had caused this global never- quiting power cut. The situation PM Smith had leave us in was abhorrent to us all. As I was facial expression at the vacated Houses of Parliament sight the Victorian clock Big Ben had all halt. This eerie feature made the clock feel as if the institution had s swipeped in this dramatic time change.It was as if time had stopped around me and I was the only person left on a deserted island. The rasping sound of the cold air that blew around me was eminent pitched. I knew vaguely that it was about 1 pm on an gilded afternoon, but there was, again, very little sun. The sun shining was a rare and distant thing. I looked up in desperation at the clouds and saw cascading radiation of light seeping through the dark clouds. I was about to turn away when suddenly I saw SST Palls Cathedral. The barrier dome had survived the bombings of WorldWar II where everything around it was crumbling away. This building showed the great British sapidity during the war and represented how the building stayed strong, just like the country did throughout 1939-1945. However, this building was now smoking, the dark black smoke rose from the top like steam from a boiled kettle. I stumbled towards the building, trekking through the haywire wet colly at the bottom of the river bank. As I got adjacent and closer, the smell of burning metal was flowing through my nose and could scribble to see that the top part of the dome was slowly burning away. S saddened to see such marvelous architecture burning away. This stirred stimulated memories back to me from 2004 when I was a young boy growing up, when everything was ideal and the country was normal. I had come to the great City with my family for a River canvas bringing my beloved teddy discharge that I had since I was a day old. This bear had been everywhere with me but on this day the approximately awful thing happened which I remember so strongly to this day, that my bear had fallen out of my hands into the depths of the water.This feeling of utter deadness and button falls upon me once more. The most popular City in the solid ground had drastically changed into a grotesque, distorted waste. The City of capital of the United Kingdom was gone and it would never be put right. All the worlds power is no longer available. in that respect were a few dead bodies frozen in time with rigorists and their bodies cover in film of despair. I looked down at one consistency and could see long strands of hair covering the pale hard skin. The embody I was looking at was of a young girl who had been disposed by her family because she was too weak to carry on walking.I crouched down and mat up a desperate sadness and shiver run down my spur track for I had never been this close to a dead pe rson before. I brushed the hair to one side of her face and then I could see her lost, colorless eyes staring into space. The overwhelming feeling the half-size girl gave me meant could not stay for long and I soon got up and left her. I snarl like the only man living and was soon getting lonely and tired, knowing I was going to end up like that small, exposed girl.It was at that point felt specks of rain down bouncing off my face and within a few proceeding the heavens opened ND rain was cascading down like a waterfall. With no other clothes I had to find cover. I looked canful me and saw what used to be the famous London Eye. Quickly trekked through the mud until saw a fruitcake cabin of one of the pods of the London Eye. Without contemplating the consequence that I might suffer I entered the murky glass pod and was now sheltered from the pouring rain. As I looked up at the pod the rain leapt off the sides in mass quantity. Ad never been in a war zone before but this is what London felt like. Every. Here I looked could see buildings reduced to ruins, my star sign being one of them and walls crumbled down into large rigid pieces and all the pathways had been disintegrated into mud baths. It was scary. I knew there was no one out there to exhaust me but I feared for my life because of the unnatural weather and conditions that has been thrown on planet earth. I lost my belief in God a long time ago but now found myself praying for this world to be changed back to what it used to be.Soon after the prayer I noticed that the rain had finally settled down and to my amazement through he clouds came the brightest sun. Got out of the cramped murky port of the London Eye and stood up. I could not believe my eyes, I felt like I was on the set of a movie, or a miracle was happening as a huge colorful rainbow went over the crumbling Houses of Parliament as if it were a sign. I stared at this rainbow with my mouth wide open. All seven colors looked Brobdingnagian and spiritual and for the first time in many years felt that the spread of new life, hope and security was being radiated over the land. creed is truly a wonderful thing.