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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Based on the premise ‘What if Germany won World War II’, herein is a tale of the future. The dream of a pure race had been assured when Adolf the First won the great world war in 1946, conquering Europe and Asia and in 1950 when the former United States, Canada, Mexico and South America fell, the International Nazi Federation was born. Lenda sneezed and swatted another fly from her face. She sat on the dais, smiling woodenly, waiting for the beginning of the awards ceremony. She felt a slight tickle in her throat, she reached down and took drink of water from the Evian bottle beside her chair and hoped that she hadn’t caught the flu from her husband. The unusually warm October day smelled of burning leaves and the promise of winter. It was such a different smell than that of the village in South America. That visit was the reason she was to receive the INF’s highest award. She was getting the award because she stopped a treasonous act. She alone prevented a small band of rebel Impures from plotting to overthrow the regime of Adolf the Third. Her husband and four children smiled proudly at her. She was an international hero. She closed her eyes and saw ‘his’ eyes. Dark brown and deeply soulful. The eyes of a poet his sister had called them. Lenda only knew that she would have drowned in those eyes if not for her fierce devotion to her country. And now the medal she received would always remind her of the acts she committed against the poet and his melting brown eyes. As the officials of the International Nazi Federation approached her, she opened her eyes and smiled. She cleared her throat. It was dry again. She took another sip of water. Cheeks flushed she thought she may be coming down with a cold. After all, it was such a change. Being here in October. In the jungle it was hot. Much, much hotter than New Berlin. She remembered the smells of the trip had made her nauseous. The oily gas smell of the boat as she journeyed up the Amazon River and the dense, musky smell of the rain forest. She spent two days walking in the forest, camping at night and sleeping in a tent until she and her small team of three reached the steep mountain where she was to find the rebel encampment. The two nights she camped in the forest were punctuated with strange night sounds of strange animals and insects that she never saw. The night before reaching her destination she lay in her tent and wondered why she had been chosen for this assignment. It seemed more punishment than reward. She was a triple scholar. All Citizens were encouraged to do as much for the Nazi Federation as they could. Her husband was a soldier, a research scientist and on weekends, news anchor for the Federation owned TV station. Lenda was a surgeon, an archival historian and on weekends served her country as a reconnaissance document translator. She read aerial photos received from the thousands of satellite photos taken around the world. Three weeks before the trip to the Amazon jungle, she found something suspicious in one of the photos she was reviewing. It showed a definite clearing of land and outbuildings at the base of an inactive volcano in the rain forests of the Amazon River valley. After she reported it to her superiors, she was summoned to the headquarters office and advised that she had been selected to ‘handle’ the situation. The satellite photos had been enhanced and it appeared there were dark skinned Impures living there. Impures that must be descendants of the blacks and Jews that were eliminated in the Great Plan of 1940. Faithful to the party, she had agreed to the assignment immediately. Both her parents and grandparents had served the International Nazi Federation throughout their lives and her great grandfather was a faithful follower of the original Furher in New Germany until his death in 1978. Her grandfather was special council to the Fuhrer’s son Adolf the Second and now, fifty years later; she would proudly serve Adolf the Third. Lenda, married for 20 years and the mother of four children ranging from ages 12 to 18 had looked at this as her one last chance for an adventure. It only took 24 hours to be schooled in what her assignment would require. She was given two 8 x 7 photos of Adolf Hitler the First. Not for sentimental reasons, nor even for political ones. The reason was that the frames that held the photos carried enough cyanide to kill more than 10,000 people if they were placed in their water supply. And it was Lenda’s assignment to do just that if the rebel band of impures was discovered. Her guide, Albert, led the way to an outcropping of rocks that would serve as an overview to the encampment. Lenda had been told to observe only. If she was captured, she was told to place the frames into the water supply and wait 12 hours for it to dissolve. Then she would drink the water and along with the impures, she would die. Lenda did not intend to be captured. But when the capture came, it was silent, without even a breath of sound as suddenly, spears were gently pushed against Lenda, Albert and the two supply bearers’ heads. Without being able to turn her head, Lenda was unable to see her captors. A bag was placed over her head and she and the others were led away. A treacherous walk, made more so by being led blind seemed to last for hours. Finally, Lenda’s sense of smell told her she was in a place with fire, with food and with animals. There were scuffling, whispery sounds, probably people. But no one touched them. No one spoke. Her heart pounding, she wondered where her picture frames were and realized with dread that she would have to use them after all. To be continued…….. [This message has been edited by Poet deVine (edited 02-19-2001).] |
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Swamp¤Faeryie Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 393fairyland....of course;) |
hmm...MUST read more!!!! This was very interesting....very interesting indeed....and good too!! Hmmm...MUST READ MORE!!!!! samantha Do i contradict myself?Very well i contradict myself.I contain multitudes.~walt whitman |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
"What if" Now that is a great way to start a story in my opinion, and then what if Hitler had won the war? Engaging story, I can't wait for there next installment. And in the last paragraph, it says "But no on touched them." and I think it should be "But no one touched them." Anxiously awaiting part two!  Abrahm Simons "And every state of mind, left to itself, every shutting up of the creature within the dungeon of its own mind - is, in the end, Hell |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
A chilling look at the future that could have been. Well-written, my friend. Can't wait to see more! "Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel."-Machiavelli |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Am I glad that I stopped by today!!! I love this deVine. . . A chilling account of a future that thankfully never came. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
ARRRGH! You can't do this! You CAN'T!! Start an awesome story and not finish it, that is ... Sharon, you are as amazing as you are frustrating *g*. You'd better send me the URL to the finale', lest I miss it!! Linda |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
I'll give you a "what if!" What if you don't finish this soon and people start hunting you down? Hmmm? *wink* C |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Quite a prelude you have here deVine one! Now I have this crushing desire not only to read more of this, but also to find some Harry Turtledove. Lemme know when the next part comes, pretty pretty please!!! Alicat |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Please hurry with the next part!!!!!! what a way to start the story! i enjoyed it much.  "Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other course, no other way... No day but today" ~Broadway Musical RENT~ *Cassandra Roseen* |
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