7th November 2017

1.4 Now and Then

Now and Then Creative Writing
Killing Fields

Each golden gate stands open for 10 hours a day patiently waiting for tourists to pass through them to see the stories of 2 million victims from a Cambodian genocide. Headsets are placed on your head to listen to the survivors talk about their journey through this event. Long tall grass sways on either side of the gravel footpath. Benches sit 100m apart from each other, 3 to 4 people sitting on each with their heads in their hands overwhelmed by the stories playing from the headset. Graves as large as a king size bed with over 400 headless bodies just piled on top of one another and filled in with a pile of dirt. The place is always quiet and lifeless and gives an empty feeling in your stomach. People walk past you with their eyes filled with tears and sorrow. A tall building as high as the sky filled to the brim of skulls and bones are ranged by sex and age. The skulls stare back through the glass, trapped with no way of escaping. Standing by a tree laden with colourful bracelets is now so beautiful but once had blood smeared all up the sides from babies whose heads were smashed. Chaos and panic bursts through every soul that’s threatened by a Cambodian. These Cambodians were loaded with weapons and were seen as very strong powerful leaders. These Cambodians were seen as monsters and nothing more because of the way they treated the worn down, slaved innocent victims. Mass numbers died from starvation as there was very little rice in the fields to feed the slaves. Music from a stereo placed in a tree played so loudly as if it were screaming at the top of its lungs in fear from the Khmer Rouge helping to drown out the cries of people being tortured. Cambodians were beaten and killed for being of fairer skin or wearing glasses, even if you could speak another language. All slaves had to be productive or else you would be shot on the spot. This shows that the Killing fields was a prison for innocent people.

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