Black Dust
I remember the day they forced me into the coal mine. I was just a terrified kid who had to grow up too fast. There were claustrophobic tunnels, foul air, suffocating darkness on all sides. There is no movement of air and no warmth. My lungs burned from the dust, my muscles ached, and when I finally emerged from the black pit I could hardly recognize myself. I could taste nothing but coal for weeks. Now my lungs have gotten used to the air down here and my muscles have becomes accustomed to this type of work. How long had it been since I was first enslaved? Heck if I know. All I know is that if I tried to speak out about it, I’d be arrested and given the death sentence by a biased judge.
“You’re late, mucus!” Yelled the owner.
“I’m …show more content…
What in God’s name did you do?!” My mind still couldn’t process what was happening.
“Take him away, boys.” The owner said as he turned to the two other men. They were wearing the same blue outfit. Their shirts marked with BM. The men were part of the State-sponsored Buffalo Militia. They were Feds. One of them bent down to grab me, but I shot up and started running. If they caught me, I would be put in a long trial that would only end in me getting killed.
“Get back here, slave!” Screamed one of the men behind me. I kept running until I couldn't run anymore. I had to get out of here. My feet slip outwards on the wet leaves as ran past fallen logs and tall oaks, my throat and lungs burning as I inhale deeper, faster. My heart beats frantically, all or nothing. Fail and I get some cruel punishment. They just kept running. I wanted to drop to my feet, but I knew I couldn’t. They're weighed down with guns, and batons, all of them useless unless they get a clear shot, which they won't. I could hear them panting with the effort from three hundred yards behind me. After what seemed like forever, I stopped and looked around. I seemed to have lost them. Where the heck was I? I walked in one direction for a few seconds and collapsed to the
I remember the day they forced me into the coal mine. I was just a terrified kid who had to grow up too fast. There were claustrophobic tunnels, foul air, suffocating darkness on all sides. There is no movement of air and no warmth. My lungs burned from the dust, my muscles ached, and when I finally emerged from the black pit I could hardly recognize myself. I could taste nothing but coal for weeks. Now my lungs have gotten used to the air down here and my muscles have becomes accustomed to this type of work. How long had it been since I was first enslaved? Heck if I know. All I know is that if I tried to speak out about it, I’d be arrested and given the death sentence by a biased judge.
“You’re late, mucus!” Yelled the owner.
“I’m …show more content…
What in God’s name did you do?!” My mind still couldn’t process what was happening.
“Take him away, boys.” The owner said as he turned to the two other men. They were wearing the same blue outfit. Their shirts marked with BM. The men were part of the State-sponsored Buffalo Militia. They were Feds. One of them bent down to grab me, but I shot up and started running. If they caught me, I would be put in a long trial that would only end in me getting killed.
“Get back here, slave!” Screamed one of the men behind me. I kept running until I couldn't run anymore. I had to get out of here. My feet slip outwards on the wet leaves as ran past fallen logs and tall oaks, my throat and lungs burning as I inhale deeper, faster. My heart beats frantically, all or nothing. Fail and I get some cruel punishment. They just kept running. I wanted to drop to my feet, but I knew I couldn’t. They're weighed down with guns, and batons, all of them useless unless they get a clear shot, which they won't. I could hear them panting with the effort from three hundred yards behind me. After what seemed like forever, I stopped and looked around. I seemed to have lost them. Where the heck was I? I walked in one direction for a few seconds and collapsed to the