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Open Mic: The Wall by Kimberly Caylor

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Why can’t we get past? Why can’t we leave this evil land? We must get to the other side of the wall. But we can’t. We’re stuck in the land with the devils. Oh, why can’t we climb the wall? Why can’t we get to the other side?

“God! Help us! I need to help myself and my family, but I can’t without your help. We can’t live without you any longer. I have lost three of my children and I can’t bear to lose my last.”

The wall still stands before my family and my freedom.

“God, at least let my family through the wall, they’ve done nothing wrong. They shouldn’t have to bear the consequence of my actions. They deserve to live. To live not in fear of the devils but in love and happiness. Lord, they cannot survive much longer.”

The darkness is so thick around us I could cut it with a sword. I run back to my family, tears pouring down my face. I lost another one. The darkness sucked them in. They couldn’t stand strong. The fear of seeing a devil still stands before me. Images dance through my head as I pick up my last child and run to the wall, Sarah right behind me. Footsteps behind us. They don’t want anybody to leave their wretched lands. The wall, streaked in blood, was now only a few yards away. I must get my family to safety; they must live.

“God help me” I whisper.

Now only a few feet away. They must survive. They can’t stand the darkness any longer.

We reach the wall, and I begin pounding on it, hoping my family will survive.

“Dada!” baby Lizzy giggles. I hug her once more then hand her back to my wife Sarah. I embrace Sarah, knowing it might be the last time I ever see her.

“I can’t leave you” she says, sobbing.

I take her hands.

“You must.”

She wipes tears from her eyes as God lifted her and baby Lizzy over the wall.

“You!” a voice snarls.

The hideous face made me gasp. I had, many times, tried to escape but had failed. This time would most definitely be my last. At least Sarah and Lizzy were safe. That is all that mattered to me. A tear trickles down my face. I make no move to wipe it away.

“David! Where are you?” I hear Sarah scream over the wall.

“I love you, Sarah,” I calmly shout back.

“David! No!”

I can tell she’s crying.

“Don’t leave us.”

She pounds on the wall with all her strength, trying to break the wall down. The wall that had held us all in for years. The wall that many had tried to escape but had failed.

“I’m ready” I say.

The hideous creature pulls out his sword, pulls it up above his head, and strikes me. I close my eyes and kneel down, but the blade never pierces my flesh. A bright light flashes before coming over the wall.

“My Lord!” I bow. “Lord!”

I look up and see the light. A doorway appears in the wall. I look to see that the creature is lying on the ground, dead. Dashing toward the door, I see Sarah running to meet me.

“David!” she yells as I throw my arms around her. “I thought you were dead.”

She sobs into my chest. I stroke her hair and, squinting, look up into the sky. Birds fly overhead through the beautiful bright blue sky. Blue sky, not the filthy blackness I had always known.

“Thank you, Jesus.”

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Meet the Author

How old are you?
15

Where do you live?
Tuscon, Arizona

What classes are you taking with TPS?
I’m currently only taking English 1 with Mrs. Fred.

What’s your favorite thing about writing?
I like expressing myself through writing. It’s one of the ways I can get my feelings out. When I wrote this story, I was feeling trapped–closed in darkness trying to get to the light but stuck in my misery.

Check out more of Kimberly’s writing at her blog! https://kidblog.org/class/caylor7/posts

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