My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The sky darkened from a warm gold to a fiery crimson sending uneasy whispers through villagers gathered on the beach. The sun was slowly sinking toward the horizon, a solemn end to the 100-year Light Day, Once the light was extinguished in the ocean, the world would be plunged into a perpetual night for the … Continue reading Be the light
The snow this close to the edge should be hip deep, instead, the temperatures were almost Spring-like. The expedition team wore only light trekking gear. If Col. Jerrod had not made the command order, team seismologist Pater Robie would be in flip-flops and not his required arctic boots. “I can hear rushing water.” Daisy Kendall, … Continue reading Beyond the wall
They would congregate along the rim of the open-air theater in the city park at night. Before the sun dropped below the tall buildings, they would come in pairs, as small families or larger clans. Some slowly danced to silent music, others performed wild, acrobatic feats of wonder. Colorful, haphazard quilts were spread out in … Continue reading Discordant drums
Four Horsemen Newsletter Vol. 52, Issue. 11 No Parking Signs: Parking for the Apocalypse is only permitted between the hours of 6 a.m. and 9 p.m. Violators will be towed at vehicle owner’s expense. Impounded property will be auctioned off if pending fines are not settled within 10, regular business days. Weather Center: NOAA forecasts … Continue reading Kingdom Come
It's 5:33 a.m., Friday, Dec. 12, 2012. And, I'm awake. Not because the world is destined to end in less than 20 minutes, but because this is my usual insomnia-induced, circadian rhythm hell. All my peeps are tucked, asleep in bed, oblivious to the pending doom. I'm fighting a powerful urge to rouse them all, making them … Continue reading with a bang or a whimper?
Four Horsemen riding Season of evil begins Should I mow my lawn * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. If the end of the world actually begins this weekend, there's is nothing I can do to stop it. If I'm not prepared for it by now, then I guess I'm toast.
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