He put down his pencil after writing in his book for hours. John
Clench, a self-proclaimed author had just finished another chapter
in his newest horror novel, "As the Waters Grow Dark". He stood up
from his desk and went to put on his coat when the door behind him
flew open. It was Crazy Steve, a local mechanic that spends more
time playing golf than fixing the carts he drives (get it?
Drives?). Crazy Steve has always been good friends with John, but
lately Steve had started to get a little antsy around him. "Steve,"
said John, "how did you get that door open? I had it locked from
the inside." "There's no time for that! I've got troubling news for
you and the whole WORLD!" Steve staggered over to John, obviously
showing he was wounded. "What happened to you?" asked John as he
caught his friend and put him in his chair. "Oh, I'm fine. I just
accidentally left the car I was working on in neutral and it
happened to roll over my leg." "Well, I've told you to have your
shop somewhere other than on the steepest hill in the county."
"Yeah, I know, but now's not the time for this! I heard some
powerful news that could change the world!" "What is it?" John sat
down in the chair by his door. "Well, while I was eating the cheesy
potato that I usually have for lunch, I had the urge to go to the
bathroom. Usually I finished my potato before going, so this is
already crazy, right?! Anyway, while I was on the can, I started
farting out, like, really loud, and as much as I thought it was
embarrassing, I started to try to make music out of it. Instead,
get ready because this is where it gets weird." John Clench leaned
a bit forward and said to Steve, "I'm ready for your news, Steve."
"I started farting in Morse Code! I wasn't doing it on purpose
either! After a few seconds, I started to try and find out what my
butt was saying." John smiled at the phrase, but was now
interested. He needed some new material to write about, and this
was sounding good. "...It was a good thing I remembered Morse Code
from that class I took last summer. I couldn't get it all, but my
butt was saying something along the lines of..." Just then, the
windows by John's desk broke by a strong wind, blowing glass and
papers every which way in the room. John immediste:y rushed to his
desk to grab the work he had just written, but paused to look
outside a bit. It was much darker than a cloudy day; it was almost
like an eclipse. The wind was blowing in John'a face, however, and
he could barely look outside. "Let's get out of here! It's probably
dangerous here!" yelled John. "What are tou talking about? Aren't
you supposed to be inside and in a tall place during earthquakes?"
asked Crazy Steve, who was now clenching to the chair he was in.
"Heck no, where did you hear that?!" yelled John. It was then that
he had noticed the slight trembles of the building. 'Earthquake?',
he thought as got himself together. 'I have to get outside, even if
it is more dangerous'. John helped his friend out of the chair and
helped him down the thirteen flights of stairs that led from his
apartment. Once they had gotten to the last step, Steve was running
ahead of John. 'Why was I helping him down the steps? He made it
all the way here earlier.' thought John as he started out the
lobby's main door. He found Steve on the sidewalk just staring at
the sky ahead of him. John looked out there too, and out of
suprised, horror, and confusion, he stood there with his mouth
gaping. Before them and several running citizens was a large wall
that blocked out the sun and seemed to creep down the street.
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