A free (unfinished) story; Welcome To Three Mile Island

2 Mar

The (unfinished) story that follows was hand written as an exercise to get me writing more often. It was started with no real idea in mind, no structure and no clue where it was going or how it was getting there. It was just an exercise in freeforming. I eventually abandoned it.

I’ve talked about ideas I’ve given up on before, I think this is the first time I’ve put one online for people to read.
I think the general idea was to have a person crash on the island and actually find part of it was okay to live on, possibly somewhere underground. People would be surprised when this person effected self-rescue having lived and survived on the island for over 6 months.

I never managed to finish it, but here it is for what it’s worth.
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Welcome To Three Mile Island
21/7/13
By Ray Daley

(Abandoned, eventually)

No-one ever went there. At least not deliberately.

Three Mile Island. So called for many reasons.

Like its historical namesake it too was stained with nuclear waste. Every power, super or otherwise had performed nuclear tests there. Sanctioned or not, they happened, almost daily at the height of its infamy. The rest of the world was helpless to prevent it.

How could you throw stones when you already lived inside a glass house?

Instead, people looked the other way. Mainly because it’s a really bad idea to look directly at a nuclear detonation.
That kind of things tends to burn out the retina.

Three Mile Island was also a literal name. Three miles was its exact circumference. It was that big for a reason, Mother Nature had played no part there. Three Mile Island was man-made. And ruined by the same men. Three miles also happened to be the distance to the next closest landmass which thanks to the decades of various nuclear yields was now also completely uninhabitable.

No-one claimed ownership of Three Mile Island. No-one wanted it. Nations would have fought wars to be rid of it. It was worse than unwanted. It was the Red-headed Stepchild of islands. It was THAT unpopular.

No boats landed there. Aircraft avoided it for good reason. It literally glowed in the dark. It was better than any lighthouse.

People had crashed on it before. Or been shipwrecked on its shores. And died there.

Radiation poisoning is an unpleasant way to die but the residual rad count was that high that people died very quickly.

But not quickly enough for them to avoid any unnecessary suffering.
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And that was as far as I ever got.

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