Eve Of The Apocalypse

Before the sun's powerful strength had acted against us, there was the calmest peace to ever reside in my mind. I had progressed as a student, and how excellent I was in my literature, I should tell you. It seemed for that week that I was moving well throughout the days. I cherrished for some time how determined I was in my novelty of education, which I persued for success. My mother seemed the happiest of all, and with that, her small child was also with a happy smile. Oh how my father worked in his best for those days, for he managed a prolific wine store. In those days of the heat of the Californian state, there was the periodic episodes of a common metropolitan place, moving in traffic, sleepless with the business of people.

When I had reached my house after my dismissal, there was the noise of barking and the gathered birds over the wire lines at the street, since it was at a late hour for these birds that were gathering. Perhaps there were a hundred or more of them gathering over before the night would cast over. I saw the sun, yellow and slipping into its burning orange light. The rips of clouds were reddened and faced the sinking sun. After I had seen my strech of the shadow go across the street, a tumult of birds in the park place begun to migrate in hysteria. There were perhaps hundreds of flickering birds to the direction of the park, where there were people strolling after the work of their day. Then there was the choas of hundreds of flying populations towards the directions of the city, which was the downtown area far beyond complexes of houses and streets. Those dogs that were kept in the yards begun to utter frantic cries at the orange of the sky. I could not balance my comprehention over these chaotic noises. I fallowed the sidewalk passed those excited dogs, and viewed the sky in some confusion, or in some fear to what might be going on. There, I could see, that there were people in some kind of unexplainable anxiety to the spectating of the massive flocks of birds, to the sounding of those many alarmed animals people had kept in their houses. The residents were alive in the confoundment of these happening things. Suddenly, a loud crash alerted me after the street before. There was an accident there, near my home, and I saw that my mother was out watching the grotesque agitation of birds flying over us, and it was like a black cover of crows over us, escaping here. People heard the disorder of things in the streets and the noisy disorder of birds overhead. I fled after the house and my mother brought me inside. At the door we saw people in anxiety over the sudden darkness of their homes and how the lights inside were stricken. The lines had died away. My father was yet to come home, and in the astonishment of such confusion, I could barely imagine how things were for the people in the city. I heard people shouting, and then some screaming in the panic of the running people, perhaps to return home. There was no movement in the street, since I had seen that there were accidents that brought a halt to conveyance. Transportation was suddenly, as I had seen, made useless, in that even engines had died off in the traffic.

''Oh my God, look. Look up there, hurry!'', my mother called to me when she caught sight of the sky. ''Holy God, what is it?'', I said alone. I spectated how the darkened form of a glimmering air ship was flying across the orange sky and how it was sinking down in a speed, and along its falling came its crying sound of a screaming torrent of wind from jetting from its engines, like a loud banshee. It was indeed falling into projectile after the ground. The craft sunk past the blazing sun, behind the burden of the tree, and flashed red in a flaming ball of inferno and smoke. In a second it came to us all the sound of its concussive crash, an impact so clamourous, it was, that it must have brought every eye within its one mile radius into attention, to the monstrous clash afar. It came to my father, who was stationary at the wine place, and was also aware of the starnge occasion outside, like a far thud, and because of the gigantic ejection of fire and smoke distant beyond that map of complexes, he familiarized what it could have been, from his scope. He heard how commoners outside of his store witnessed a falling aircraft. When he saw the tower of plumes standing at the place there, he understood that he had to return to us quickly.

After I had seen this, I was in a quick scare, and heard the loud cries of others who saw it, and to this came a destructive panic over the street. ''What's goin on?'', called out Mr. Wells from his house. When my mother had started to call back to him, suddenly, a yellow, glowing luminescense appeared over the sky of the city, over towers and edifices in a pattern like vivid yellow waves of flame. I perceived these apparitions over the sky there, and quickly, a fast gleam of light blinded us all, like a sudden detonation, and a violent blast had deafened our ears. I was insensible for some unaccounted duration of hours, seeing things, hearing things, everything far beyond my clear speculation of what had happened. I felt crashed glass, blown earth, a cover of ash, and destroyed planks of wood and concrete rocks on the floor of the doorway. I sensed the breezing way of the rushing wind, which was accompanied by a fearful and dead silence. I saw that things were in darkness and in a deep-blue glow, and I figured that we had hit night. I was in luck that I saw no flame, but that lucid ghostly glow beyond the steps at the door over my feet, in the unclear and invisible and black direction of the California city. Although I had been blinded and things to me were but a blurr or a pale, faint light, the downtown metropolis laid in glowing heaps of ruble and black ruins, standing sentinel against the far horizon. This was when the first of the strikes from space struck the atmosphere headlong, killing things, killing civilizations, sweeping cities into unrecognizable sights of blackened flatlands that night. That night, goodness knows only how many where slain by the heat-shock. I could only imagine, as I laid there dozing periodicly and breathing painfully and motionless, the dead, in heaps of blackened ash, along the city mounds and destruction, resting without movement under the fiery glow that gave life to the horizon.


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