Prologue for Ephemeral
A slight rumble rushed above our heads. We all looked up. It was quiet, the only sounds being our light, slow breaths and the trees' rustles. The night sky was dark, the luminous moon being our only light source. Rmmml. It was slightly more powerful this time.
"What the fuck is--"
"Shut up."
"I don't appreciate you talking to me like that, you--"
"Do you really think now is the time to--"
RRRRRRMMMM. This rumble shook the ground beneath our soles. It made some of us unbalanced, teetering left and right. Suddenly, a thin cover of darkness rapidly grew in the sky. The trees had stopped rustling, as if the wind itself had been whisked away. Thousands of blinking eyes appeared in place of the sky. A slow, increasing chittering noise rang throughout.
"Shit, run, run, RUN!"
And that's when someone--or something--grabbed my ankle.
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Ephemeral: An Apocalyptic Novel
AdventureElijah Greenwich: 17 years old, male, American, and a slight douchebag. Dulce Yan: 16 years old, female, Spanish/Vietnamese, and doesn't take shit from anyone. Two different people drawn together by fate when the world falls from everyone's hands. ...
