The night was calm, the sky dark sky was clear, the house and neighborhood was fast asleep. Then, all of a sudden-The sky illuminated. Bright white... Then orange. Then a hellish red. Suddenly, bits and pieces of flaming rocks fell unto the earth. On roofs and on the streets. The sounds of the small firecrackers whizzing by and hitting the ground in pops and fizzles filled the sky.
Awoken by the bright sky outside my window, I see the small streaks of flame coming unto the earth. Artists who might've lived to tell the tale might say; it is foreboding of the death that will soon follow it. Conspiracy nutcases and end-times people, would call it, what it must be: the end. Some who would claim to be so "spiritually aware", would say; "the angels have fallen, and hell has come to ensue." Hell was coming. And now its here.
Sure enough, a thundering boom shook the sky. A comet the size of a mountain fell into view, far above the view provided by my window. I rush downstairs, to the backdoor, and looked above. Red and aggressive. Orange and determined. This meteor, was death itself.
As it slowly and surely came closer to me, no- to everything that existed around me. I noticed the silence. No one was running. No one was panicked. No one was screaming. No cars were filling the streets. Nothing. The same nothing that would be left after this all ends.
All I could think, as the sky was burning red and orange; Why? There was no warning. There was no help. Then was nothing. Where was God? Where is salvation? And what good is life if it ends like this? And most importantly, how? How was this dream even possible, surely we would see where it was coming from, right?
I then noticed the sky around the comet as it came closer to the surface. It burned an opening in the atmosphere. The stars and the planets, no longer covered by the blanket of Earth's guard. The veil was broken. All that was left was the red light of hell, and the beauty of the universe outside of it.
Then silence.
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Compass (2018)
Random"Fate, is nothing other than the allowance, and passing, of your present circumstantial reality to dictate all potential future outcomes." - Me, myself and I.
