You think yourself clever; serendipitous. Ignoring the harbinger that is the cawing raven. But your wicked desires are now manifest. In the fields of heather the bells begin to shed the tears of mortal men. Soft petals glisten a motley of colors. Emotions of kaleidoscopic hues. Your body calms as the mellow hum rings out from the low hanging floral bells. A warning that some things lost should never be found. Blinded by radiance; you believe you’ve found grace. The beginning of all things. But only the end has begun. For we know the ways of man. The thirst of life. They are a weak existence. While we are all that is. The air you grasp at. The tremors of your crumpled body. We are… Ubiquitous. Welcome to humanities future.
THE END HAS JUST BEGUN.
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So I wrote this kinda as a prologue. The rest of the story would explain what is happening and who/what the unidentified entity is. I wanted there to be emphasis on beginning and ending. As this is the beginning of a struggle between good/evil. An apocalypse. Enjoy – JACE
I wrote this as part of a writing prompt at Creative Copy Challenge . The bold words were the ones in the prompt. - It may be a little rough but it was all for practice.
