The Dream
Flaming rocks fell from the sky scorching the earth & boiling the seas. The fall out of the event was truly massive taking the life of living things as far as eyes could see. Smoke hovered in the sky like rain clouds obstructing the view of from where the fireballs came. All I could think is, this is how the world ends, in a hail of destructive fire rain. The flames brought about immeasurable pain & this was evident when I heard the screams. It was a nightmare that I couldn't unsee & so unreal that I thought it to be a dream. Bodies burned like a field of scarecrows as if they were nothing more than sacks of straw. I never imagined that I would ever see this day all the while wanting to forget what I had saw. I awakened in a pool of sweat with tears running from burning eyes. I was shaken but relieved and thankful to be alive for I had dreamt the world had died.
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