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Apocalyptic Blast
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Apocalyptic Blast |
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Amberzlynnc Member
since 2010-08-24
Posts 229New Jersey 
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I closed my eyes, but quickly rose to find eight hours passed. My stomach turned, my body numb; today would be my last. The morning brought a sunny day; a day that smelled of flowers, but fear replaced the floral scent with every passing hour. A rumor spread that doom would fall upon man of each nation And by the time the day’s sun set, there’d be pure devastation. Apocalyptic warnings said that life was soon to cease; that no one would survive the lack of mercy and of peace. But I was too afraid to die, I couldn’t go just yet. My will to live took over me; I scoffed at such a threat. I called upon my friends for help. With them, I found a way to make sure I lived through the night- Alive is what I’d stay. We built a box made of bamboo to fit my five-foot length; The box was more than sturdy- the epitome of strength. A lid was fastened on the box that opened from inside. The box wasn’t too roomy- it was only two feet wide. We dug a hole six feet below the first layer of ground. Deep in the hole, inside my box, no one would hear a sound! Inside this box I’d rest until the horridness had ended, then I’d dig out into a world alive, but unattended. I slid inside my bamboo home a flashlight in my hand, and on my back I laid as I was lowered on demand. From six feet down, I called out to my friends that stood up high. I asked what they would do to live, they said that they would die. A tear rolled down my cheek, as I waved and closed the lid. My friends pushed earth on top of me, and I cried as I hid. Alone inside a pitch-black tomb, there’s ample time for thought. And what I thought about had me regretting what I’d sought. Come morning sun, mankind will be a memory of the past. My loved ones will have perished in apocalyptic blast. A life alone with nothing more than sky, dead earth, and rocks, is not much more appealing than to die inside this box. I closed my eyes one final time, preparing for a rest. As hours passed, the air grew dense- my last breath left my chest. A burning heat rushed over me, it warmed me to the bone. My soul was racing fast into a bright and calm unknown. I reached the light, and instantly my mouth let out a scream. My eyes flew open, I woke up- the whole thing was a dream. *Amber |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Sounds more like a nightmare! Enjoyed your poem. Kat >^..^< |
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tuffluv66 Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 121Iowa, U.S.A. |
WOW, intense. |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Was right there with ya. Saw a different outcome in my head when I first started reading...well done. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Damn you. ~ If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong. ~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Great writing. My heart would have just plain exploded from such a dream. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Such a dream would have had me peeling myself off the ceiling! Wow... and WOW! Very intense! |
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