Okay let's hit up the sheets and get going with some new writing.
I will probably continue writing whatever I was writing. Imagine this world, where everyone's sins gathered up in a huge volcano and erupted into both their and the innocent's undoing. Yeah, that's intense and that's where this is going.
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Introduction
‘Suddenly, all was gone behind the wall. There was none, but one.’
They say that humans are adaptive, in a sense that they can coop with any natural or man induced hazard and live through it to tell the tale to their offspring. They can process vast amounts of information through their ears and eyes, then analyze and store then in one bunch of tiny cells and fat that makes up their pathetic brains, yet they barely scratch the surface of what’s available to them and suffice to what they already have. It’s known that humans changed a great deal in natural progress of what was supposed to be of that the universe; albeit slowly, was preparing them for. But unlike the animals which communicated without words, sometimes tens of paragraphs were required in human-speech to express a simple emotion, and even harder so if the narrator tried to induce them in the listener’s mind.
You see, in nature lays a great deal of power, and then those who have the power but without a plan. The latter are a community whose bones are moved by sinews made of greed, bigotry and discrimination, and their wheel of days was but an un-oiled cogwheel, producing more noise that moving and spreading of energy, yet they are feeding a brain only so comprehensive just to be ashamed of its own ways of thinking. These are the monsters who held captive of their power, with bodies packing hate and thoughts of destruction. They are fuelled to set the world ablaze so not only can all fathom their power, but in order to contain it.
Then, there lives an exact opposite to the forth mentioned. Those who live the glimpse of each moment and praise it as it goes by, just like a drop of morning dew falling off of the leaves of a great willow which has bestowed its branches upon a dirty lake, and with small circular waves disrupting the lake’s natural moments of rest. For many more will come that the lake shall gradually take over the living land and suffocate its creatures, for what that is their symbol of rejuvenation can also cast a quick doom upon those who are not prepared to defend themselves against a turn of events.
Not all change needs to be made over time, for some can be instantaneous, just like a barrage of meteors crumbling through the vast empty space, immensely taking a molten form as they heat up in a mission to approach us. It does give us a warning, but escape from certain death can be almost impossible. Change is imminent, its results can be precisely calculated if given the unknown factors, but that’s what makes it so hard to calculate the outcomes of a given situation.
Now the flames are blazing everywhere, burning hotter than deepest volcano that once shaped the Earth that we call home. We didn’t realize that we had brought it upon ourselves.
Chapter one, part one
The Lighthouse And The Kid
A cool and refreshing breeze in the morning, just as you go outside and go for your casual jogging. A sip of fresh, cold water being splashed on your face. A hearty stew, made in the heat and convenience of your oven. The ham and cheese that is stored in the chilly shelves of your refrigerator. These are some small blessings that we don't pay attention to. It has become a norm of life to have everything so accessible to us, that we cannot even imagine living a life with no Internet or cellphones, let alone a world without a freezer. The old saying goes that you never realize how much you need something until you lose it, and that day was way closer than anyone could have imagined.
It was a sunny Sunday morning in June 1994 and we were out of the city for a nice day's out in the nature, enjoying ourselves with some sandwiches, pipe tobacco, a cassette player, bottles of beer and a nice book for each of us just to enjoy and sip the fresh moment while sitting at the river side. Everything was beautiful and nothing seemed to be able to hurt the day. We blasted some old tunes from Johnny Cash in the old Impala as we cruised the long and empty roads of southern California towards our destination. To our sides were vast and green corn farms, farmers in their huge farming vehicles sucking the hay in and throwing out stacked bundles of it, and the sight of a herd of horses or a lonely cow; just every now and then, minding their own business whilst strolling around and eating the fresh grass. As I was glancing out of the window, I pulled the sunblock in front of my eyes, rolled a fresh cigarette and started puffing on it while the beautiful wind swept itself gently through my hair. Life was excellent.
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