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Two histories end
November 18th 2056, New York Times,"Geologists confirm the advent of planet EU56AB to Earth next week". They also stated," This might be the end of life on planet Earth so Evacuation should be in operation by Saturday".Chaos in a matter of minutes dominated the peace of the world. Religious sites had started to fill with the inflow of communities seeking refuge. There was hustle bustle everywhere in context of the unseen tragedy. Extremist groups started forced conversions of people to their religions. Violence was at it's peak, since business activity had also stopped so soon attracting mobs ...
Warmth in the Winter
I sit, huddled in the corner, below the window. Strong cold winds blow through the window, causing my teeth to chatter. Tears stream down my cheeks and I make no attempt to stop crying. At least here, there is no one to judge me. Here. This place appears to be nothing bigger than a tiny wooden cabin. It smells of fungus and dry wood. My fingers are numb from the cold and feet are turning blue. I cannot make out the shape of my hand in front of me. Even my pale fingers aren’t visible in this dark. The only source of light is the moonlight which comes from the window. My best friend, back near ...
Salt in the Wind
Rodrigo Prieto raised the mast. People stared at the man in grave concern. He dropped down to the beach and began to push the boat into the sea. More people came down to the shore.“Rodrigo, stop this madness!” Mama Estrella yelled as she made her way through the crowd.The sail submitted to the strong winds. Rodrigo jumped on the boat, scraping his knees in the process. People from all corners of the island watched the second man who was insane enough to leave the island. Two thousand staring faces did not bother him. ‘We Prietos are explorers. Hardheaded and determined.’ Words of his Papa Anto...
General Beauty
(Warning Graphic Content of Gruesome Nature)The sea waves crashed and thrashed around the sunken boat. The letters, once reading RMS Hopthorn, were now faded and unreadable. Oars and food supplies washed out of the lower deck and unused lifejackets helplessly drifted off to sea. The hour was late when Zach Hopthorn emerged from the plunging deep cold water, long pawww.onedoor.ccst the stages of hypothermia. The waves kept engulfing him with loads of brackish water and tugging on his legs like quicksand. He was able to lift up one leg over the hull of the boat before a tidal wave grabbed it and flung him o...