Ashes

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"The ash was falling down faster than the London bridge that afternoon, the volcanic eruption made humanity face the hard reality that mother nature was out to destroy us."

Submitted: December 10, 2016

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Ashes

The ash was falling down faster than the London bridge that afternoon, the volcanic eruption made humanity face the hard reality that mother nature was out to destroy us. First, there was the 9.9 magnitude earthquake in Paris, then tsunamis started to hit coasts all over the world, devastating the coasts of America, Africa, Europe as a whole, and Japan. Third, after all that the nuclear reaction plants that were on the coasts exploded letting tons of radiation out killing even more people, and the scientist say that the last 25% of our population left well be utterly obliterated when the volcano at Yellowstone National Park goes of in the next ten days, so inadvertently they told all the people smart enough to figure it out that our race was about to have something in common with the dinosaurs.

We were told that to go outside we had to wear protection all over our body or the blizzard of ash outside would burn our skin and encase our memories in a cocoon of ash with us forever remaining. We were also given oxygen tanks because the sulfur in the air was riding off what oxygen remained. For multiple days the earth was shaking as if it was about to shed skin and rest for the winter.

Many people in the town are like shadows at night, when I walk past them it reminds of Japan when the United States dropped the Atom bomb and people were forever imprinted into the landscape leaving only ashes of past memories. The stores are mostly cleaned out and the landscape was utterly destroyed, the grass was all but gone and the trees lay on their sides rotting away as the burning ash ate away at it like an army of termites.

Then it came, the Earth trembled as it opened up, and then at last it erupted and the only thing I saw happen in that moment was the sky go from a blackish blue to pure black. Then we were trapped and were slowly cooked to death just as our ancestors and the last thing I remember before I was encased was that history does repeat itself.


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