Pyro_Storm
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So its a short story on the Apocalypse. a one shot thing.
It happened too fast, with out warning. The apocalypse came greeted by the helpless people. All that was needed was the final say to let down the defenses of the world by the dictator of the once free world. Known for the mass panic and fear he spread like wildfire was now the last hope for the common defense of the world. Out in a warm, humid part of California, in the red streaked sky, meters flew across the wide expanse of the coast. In Washington D.C. the frightened citizens screamed in hysteria as military soldiers stood in a straight line, hidden behind the massive shields that blocked them. Fists banging against the clear plastic as a mean of intimidation. Stifled screams of helpless children filled the polluted air, tear gas fogged the streets.
Anguished cries filled every cavity it could. Screeching bombs landed they wanted to insert destruction. Sirens screamed loud warnings that had come to late. The merciless pounding on the pavement which was on a good day filled with children laughing and singing nursery rimes. The children were now mere ghosts of a memory from happier time. No longer did they sing innocent rimes but now chilling songs. Mothers of these forgotten souls wept for the loss of something too close to them. Fathers stood in the shadows as their lives came to a halt and everything becomes shattered.
Angels of death graces their presence on earth. Long black wings at their sides. Chanting in a lost language. Tattered, red robes clung to the body while whipping in the wind. Looking upon the deiced, a tear for every victim that was taken. Men lay in the streets as few claim there own life. Arms stretched out wide anticipating the end of their final breath. Silent cries slipped from the soulless body. No longer would they have to suffer the pain of living. A better place altogether they wished to see though most wouldn’t.
The souls of the dead wait to be judged on the life they lead. Bronze scales filled the white chambers. The good are plastered with wings and sent to heaven. The evil are sent to eternal torture. The dread and muffled pain drench the walls. Angels with their bright white wings, give what little hope can be given to the people back on earth, hoping to live threw and once live a life they had. Demons with their evil laughter fill the nightmares deprived people.
Hope, something everyone holds onto, something that everybody has, hope that soon fades when something isn’t reached, when something is lost. Life, too fragile to hold in the palm of a hand. The slightest change could make the light at the end of the tunnel disappear, then left in crying solitude.
Fear, too strong to go away. Everything is feared. Fear is the foundation of everything. Hope and Fear is the balance that holds everything together
It happened too fast, with out warning. The apocalypse came greeted by the helpless people. All that was needed was the final say to let down the defenses of the world by the dictator of the once free world. Known for the mass panic and fear he spread like wildfire was now the last hope for the common defense of the world. Out in a warm, humid part of California, in the red streaked sky, meters flew across the wide expanse of the coast. In Washington D.C. the frightened citizens screamed in hysteria as military soldiers stood in a straight line, hidden behind the massive shields that blocked them. Fists banging against the clear plastic as a mean of intimidation. Stifled screams of helpless children filled the polluted air, tear gas fogged the streets.
Anguished cries filled every cavity it could. Screeching bombs landed they wanted to insert destruction. Sirens screamed loud warnings that had come to late. The merciless pounding on the pavement which was on a good day filled with children laughing and singing nursery rimes. The children were now mere ghosts of a memory from happier time. No longer did they sing innocent rimes but now chilling songs. Mothers of these forgotten souls wept for the loss of something too close to them. Fathers stood in the shadows as their lives came to a halt and everything becomes shattered.
Angels of death graces their presence on earth. Long black wings at their sides. Chanting in a lost language. Tattered, red robes clung to the body while whipping in the wind. Looking upon the deiced, a tear for every victim that was taken. Men lay in the streets as few claim there own life. Arms stretched out wide anticipating the end of their final breath. Silent cries slipped from the soulless body. No longer would they have to suffer the pain of living. A better place altogether they wished to see though most wouldn’t.
The souls of the dead wait to be judged on the life they lead. Bronze scales filled the white chambers. The good are plastered with wings and sent to heaven. The evil are sent to eternal torture. The dread and muffled pain drench the walls. Angels with their bright white wings, give what little hope can be given to the people back on earth, hoping to live threw and once live a life they had. Demons with their evil laughter fill the nightmares deprived people.
Hope, something everyone holds onto, something that everybody has, hope that soon fades when something isn’t reached, when something is lost. Life, too fragile to hold in the palm of a hand. The slightest change could make the light at the end of the tunnel disappear, then left in crying solitude.
Fear, too strong to go away. Everything is feared. Fear is the foundation of everything. Hope and Fear is the balance that holds everything together
