Creative Writing: Aomame: The Little People

1Q84 – Aomame: The Little People and Air Chrysalis “1984. That’s the year I am supposed to be living in. However, it seems, that with each passing day, the reality of the year 1Q84 is becoming more and more plausible. First, the change in police uniforms and firearms. That is a crucial detail I would not overlook or miss in normal circumstances. Second, the shootout 3 years ago between Akebono and the Tokyo police, which caused the change of uniforms and firearms. Third, and most apparent, the appearance of a second, seemingly green and mossy moon. Fourth, Sakigake. The religious cult which was the mother group of the now wiped out Akebono. Furthermore, there is still the question of if the world around me is deranged, or if I myself am. Does …show more content…
This information had been pounding away at her head for some time now, unrelenting, never resting, taking hold her mind every chance it had. Due to the prolonged visit to her balcony and her already long, dreary day, Aomame felt the need to retreat back into her minuscule condo. Finally retiring to bed, Aomame thought about the girl, Tsubasa, and if she had gotten any better in the time she had not seen the little girl. As things were going, nothing was about to get any better. The world was headed nowhere good all too fast, and that was the last thing anyone needed in their lives, especially Tsubasa and the people around …show more content…
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It’s been terrible for Aomame. It seems like there is no hope now. Although it was unlikely there was any from the start. The Little People have revealed themselves and Sakigake’s leader has exposed his true motives. However, it is too late now. There is no saving 1984, much less 1Q84. Ayumi had died long before Aomame had even arrived at the Sakigake compound. Tsubasa had recently died, as well. Both, like Tamaru’s previous guard dog, had earlier, exploded from the inside out. Now was the rest of the world’s turn. The Little People had been making hundreds, millions of air chrysalises, all of them to be discreetly placed inside people, later to explode. Aomame, for the first time in a long time, wanted to cry. She knew that her time, too, was nearing. Destruction was evident. Aomame lay on her bed, back in her condo she lived in. Slowly turning her head, she looked at the moons hanging ever so peacefully in the sky. They stare back at her, unmoving, perfectly still. Suddenly there 4 moons. Aomame’s vision blurs as her eyes well up with tears. 8 moons. 16 moons. Tears are falling. 32 moons. Then there is