Atlantis' Final Hour

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A dream or a vision.

Submitted: January 14, 2009

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Here beside the ocean, I can feel the power of the sea. I can imagine fleets of ships, whole cities, or even continents being consumed by its vastness. I've had visions of Atlantis. Where extravagant architecture towers over tranquil waves that glisten as they chase the horizon. And the clouds seem illuminated by the pinks and purples of twilight, although it is midday.

Everything has an uncanny sense of clarity, like the air contains more oxygen. Then there is something like an earthquake. In the midst of this confusion, a tidal wave swells in the distance, and I can't seem to take my eyes away from it. As it draws near, I see a shape emerge from the center of this monolithic wall of water. This strange creature, like a demon of the water, is larger than anything I have ever laid eyes on.

I hear a word whispered in the back of my mind. No, not a word, a name: Leviathan. Its animosity is apparent and simply looking at it brings me great discomfort. With a deliberate effort, I look away. I know that I am in a sort of observatory, at the top of a building that is several stories high, with glass walls through which I am viewing these strange events. I notice a few men and one woman standing in the room with me. They wear indestinct white clothing, like lab coats. Their expressions are all very solemn, mixed with something like regret. It seems as if this catastrophic event is unfortunate, but not unexpected.

Returning my attention to the outside, I see that the wave has not stopped growing. It must be a mile high now, but it is not moving at all like a wave. No, it is more like a waterfall,and it is completely encircling the city. I finally realize the horrible truth: That the water around is not rising, the city is sinking into the sea.

The falling water encircles the city, but does not disturb it in any way. It simply falls around the edges and farther down. And in the center, above the city, is a large pillar of emptiness looking into the sky. But the sky is so far away, and we're still sinking within these walls of water. Then, the walls collapse.


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