I stand amongst many who are all trying to achieve the same goal; survival. I gather my belongings, in hope of escaping my dreaded fate. As a turn to those around me, I see the fear spread across their faces. In an instant, my intuition tells me to run. I run through a door, crossing a baren street. I trip and fall, and see a car inching towards my head. I muster the strength to lift myself. I climb upon a grassy hill and hold on for dear life. I look behind me and see a sky covered in orange, purple, and grey. I feel an eruption from under my feet, and grab tightly onto the grass which I lay upon. I look behind me again and see my environment deteriorate. People melting and turning to ashes, glass exploding, and paint disappearing from homes. After a few seconds, the commotion stops and I rise to my feet. I wander back across the street, entering a home now in ruins. I look through a hole and see a baby die in it’s mother’s arms. I wake up and pray this will never be reality.

Author: Binzy20@netscape.net

July 16th, 2002 at 7:31 am in Philosophy and Religion

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