Chapters That I Should Write Stories Around

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I was running, I didn't know from what, but I knew it was fast, and catching up. You see, once the caps at the top and bottom of the earth turned to slush, creatures of unimaginable terror sprouted like trees.

They were horrifying, the way they looked so natural, so in place among the scenery, skin rough as bark, others with eyes like jewel beetles looking for their next hunt.

Their arrival had been quick, and with it the consequences. Some people had thought that that were here to teach us a lesson for letting the planet even get so bad they were freed, but those people were long gone. The Mother Earth, as we called the disasters, did not care if you didn't eat meat, or protested against trivial things, she only cared that she was hurting, and she wanted revenge.

Her ways, for some, were quick, having their life taken softly in the night, and others were dragged down, kicking and screaming.

Her punishments were horrible.

The first wave, storms blew in and rained oil that dissolved much man-made things in seconds.

The second wave still had to do with storms. You had to be careful going out, as you could be struck by lightning at any turn. We though it was over, it wasn't.

The third wave, the soil, oh god, you couldn't touch it, or you would become rooted to the ground like a tree, flailing in agony as the bark and moss consumed more of your leg like a snake, and if you could cut it off, which most people did, you were outcasted, for fear of touching you would turn them back to our Mother, like she had with you.

Then it was the animals. Tame, farm life was no more, their legs made them stories tall, sprouting horns and teeth everywhere they pleased, and stingers the size of cars that would skewer you like a kebab that they would've been made into.

Sea creatures from the deep depths of hell dragged themselves out like we had long ago, but it didn't take them much time to figure out what their motive was. People on the coasts, the one that became farther inland due to the rising of sea levels, were finished in seconds.

The survivors, limbless and crossed up with scars, trek inland, to safer places, but i stayed in the middle, for reasons you will soon find out.

The tornados whipped people around like horses on a racetrack, flinging them to the creatures, to their death. People went mad, calling out to their Mother, soon t disappear in the night. I knew it wouldn't be long before I went to.

So now its me and a few others, me lucky enough to keep my legs, others who sit down and wait to die, which isn't long.

I know I too will return to our Mother, it is a cycle, as the dinosaurs once knew.

I feel something flower in the back of my mind, knowing that She would be proud, and stop, letting the vines overtake me, to take me home.

Home.

I smile.