The Destruction
This is a piece of writing that I did in a creative writing class at college. The task was to create a piece of writing from a picture that we were given. I was given one of some God-looking entity causing some chaos and so I came up with this. It's not one of my favourite things that I have written, but I like it a lot.
Since I have not posted in a while I think I will put this here. I quite like this and am thinking of expanding it into a full length story at some point as I feel it could make a really good story:
(According to my spell check, Prophecised is not a word, but it has been like that for so long that I have just decided to leave it)
The Destruction
It all began with the storm. Thunder and lightning. It washed over the earth so suddenly, destroying everything in its path. They all asked what was happening, but I didn't. I already knew what was happening. It was The Destruction. It had been prophecised for years but only I knew. That was because I had seen it. I had made the prophecy that foretold The Destruction of the earth.
I also knew who it was.
It was Him.
He was taking everything back.
All that He had worked for and all that He had created. He was taking it all back. But it was our fault. Humans. We had done everything in our power to anger Him. Now this was His payback. This was His revenge. There was nothing we could do. How could we do anything? How were we able to stop Him? We just had to stand and watch as the world round us was destroyed, as the ones around us were taken away by the storm. I knew I should have felt sad but I didn't. I felt angry at the people around me. This was all their fault. Everything that they had done was the reason why all of this was happening. They cried for the ones that they loved but this was their punishment. How could they expect to do the things that they had done and not expect this kind of retribution from Him. It was inevitable.
Soon the storm ended and there was nothing. Only silence. I wondered if this was the end. If this was all that He would do to punish us. I was wrong. Just as we were beginning to think that it was all over, the ground began to shake. The sky began to turn a dark shade of grey and then the storm started once more. We all began to run. And as we did the ground behind us began to rise. He was tearing the earth up piece by piece and we were trying our best to escape. As I looked behind me I could see the storm. It was approaching fast. The thunder was getting louder and the lightning was becoming more and more erratic and dangerous. Even the clouds seemed to be exuding some sort of menace that seemed to be lost on all the people who were running.
Then something happened that we hadn't anticipated. We reached the end of the land. All that was ahead of us was water. We out ahead and saw vast amounts of sea. Somebody suddenly shouted jump and a few people did. But the rest of us stayed where we were. There was no point in jumping. What good would that do? He would still find us and destroy us. He would get his revenge. So as the more optimistic of the group decided to swim to oblivion, the rest of us stood still and awaited our fate. And we got it. Soon the nearby ground was lifting itself up from its foundations and rising up ever so steadily to the sky above. And all we could do was close our eyes as we too were pulled from the ground to finally face His punishment.
Since I have not posted in a while I think I will put this here. I quite like this and am thinking of expanding it into a full length story at some point as I feel it could make a really good story:
(According to my spell check, Prophecised is not a word, but it has been like that for so long that I have just decided to leave it)
The Destruction
It all began with the storm. Thunder and lightning. It washed over the earth so suddenly, destroying everything in its path. They all asked what was happening, but I didn't. I already knew what was happening. It was The Destruction. It had been prophecised for years but only I knew. That was because I had seen it. I had made the prophecy that foretold The Destruction of the earth.
I also knew who it was.
It was Him.
He was taking everything back.
All that He had worked for and all that He had created. He was taking it all back. But it was our fault. Humans. We had done everything in our power to anger Him. Now this was His payback. This was His revenge. There was nothing we could do. How could we do anything? How were we able to stop Him? We just had to stand and watch as the world round us was destroyed, as the ones around us were taken away by the storm. I knew I should have felt sad but I didn't. I felt angry at the people around me. This was all their fault. Everything that they had done was the reason why all of this was happening. They cried for the ones that they loved but this was their punishment. How could they expect to do the things that they had done and not expect this kind of retribution from Him. It was inevitable.
Soon the storm ended and there was nothing. Only silence. I wondered if this was the end. If this was all that He would do to punish us. I was wrong. Just as we were beginning to think that it was all over, the ground began to shake. The sky began to turn a dark shade of grey and then the storm started once more. We all began to run. And as we did the ground behind us began to rise. He was tearing the earth up piece by piece and we were trying our best to escape. As I looked behind me I could see the storm. It was approaching fast. The thunder was getting louder and the lightning was becoming more and more erratic and dangerous. Even the clouds seemed to be exuding some sort of menace that seemed to be lost on all the people who were running.
Then something happened that we hadn't anticipated. We reached the end of the land. All that was ahead of us was water. We out ahead and saw vast amounts of sea. Somebody suddenly shouted jump and a few people did. But the rest of us stayed where we were. There was no point in jumping. What good would that do? He would still find us and destroy us. He would get his revenge. So as the more optimistic of the group decided to swim to oblivion, the rest of us stood still and awaited our fate. And we got it. Soon the nearby ground was lifting itself up from its foundations and rising up ever so steadily to the sky above. And all we could do was close our eyes as we too were pulled from the ground to finally face His punishment.