It was an unusually dark midnight. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Standing on the front porch, I could see everything. From where I stood, a stone pathway extended towards the front gate. On either side of the stone pathway, green, mowed grass which appeared dark but silver in the moonlight because of the droplets of dew glistening on each blade of grass rustled vigorously though it was not windy. The fence painted white shone bright but less intense under the streetlight. The fence which was added only yesterday looked broken and kept creaking in the solitary and silent road. This midnight felt overwhelming and depressing. It also gave me an unusual feeling that something not ordinary and something horrible and painful was about to happen.
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The end of the world
Science FictionAs soon as I looked at the stars, the grass and the trees, I knew the end was here. I knew I had very less time and I had to find a way out of this.
