Grusome Birth Revised

The sun sinks below the horizon as day fades into night. All sounds seems to stop at once as if the darkness itself brought the silence. Bright little dots start covering the cloudless sky, forming thousands of unnamed constellations.
A lone assassin runs across a muddy field covered by bodies drowning in their own blood. His boots touch the ground, but they leave no imprints, each movement he makes is soundless. His black garb whips back and forth behind him as he runs, revealing knives and a sword under his garb.
His eyes begin to smolder red as his target whimpers from behind a tree. He unsheathes his sword silently. The woman dares to peak around the tree at that exact second, she screams. She tries to run, but the weight of a child in her stomach slows her down too much. He grabs her by the hair and forces her to the ground. She silently screams to herself as tears fall down her muddy cheeks. She pleads to some higher source for help, but instead of a savior, a sword descends and cuts open her belly. She tries to scream, but she merely whimpers. She tries to stand up and run, but the swift kick of a boot to her head stops her completely. The night is silent once again for a second, but then a baby’s cry is heard as the assassin reaches into the unconscious woman’s stomach and brings an underdeveloped blood stained baby girl into the world.
“It’s a girl.” He whispers into the night
“Then discard it.” a voice from nowhere replies.
The assassin takes the baby by the leg and throws it over his shoulder. A silent thud is heard, followed by the splash of water as the baby hits a tree, and then falls into the water.
“We will find him…eventually.”
The assassin nods and turns towards the west and begins to walk away with out even a second glance.

End Of A Romantic Story

The world spun in circles as we laid on the ground sharing our last kiss together. Tears rolled off her cheeks and landed on my own tear stained cheeks.
“I love you.” She pulled back and whispered. Her eyes were red and puffy, her blue eyes barely visible through her partially closed, waterlogged eyes.
“I love you more.” I whispered back. It was getting harder and harder to speak as I became weaker. The poison continued eating at my body, it was almost time to die. My heart ached. How cruel is god to do this to me now? I finally found her, the girl of my dreams, the girl I had always looked for, but never had been able to find. Brought together by chance, torn apart by fate.
Red-hot pain shot through my lungs and heart, and I wasn’t sure if it was physical or emotional. I tried focusing on something, anything else to take my mind off the pain. I realized that I couldn’t feel my legs or the tips of my fingers. My jaw started to shiver. Though my insides felt as if they were burning, I felt as cold as death.
“Hold my hands, I am cold.” I said. Her hands silently slipped into mine as she brought her body closer to mine. Her body felt like a hot fire burning at my skin, but I didn’t say anything, I just wanted to be closer to her. It was just heat, just pain, it would pass, but so would she.
I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, I wanted to do something, but my body wouldn’t allow it anymore. I had a lump in my throat that just wouldn’t leave, and a laugh in my heart that I wouldn’t be able to share. She was the little spoon. I wanted to tell her, make her smile, hear her laugh one last time, but I couldn’t find the strength.
Her head was resting on my chest, listening to my heart slowly count down the seconds. She lifted her head and forced a smile, “You’re the big spoon.” She laughed, but she quickly fell back into tears as she buried her face into my chest. I tried to smile, I tried to do anything, but once again it was useless. She lifted her head one last time, and kissed me on the lips.
“This isn’t the end.” She whispered, and then I remembered no more.

*Insert Romantic Title* 2

Rain rhythmically tapped at the world around us as we danced to the beat of the of the constant pattering. I was never much of a dancer, but me…her…alone as lightning lit the sky and rain soaked us to the bone. No one had ever wanted to dance more in their life than I did at this moment with Jennifer Riding, the most beautiful girl this world had ever known.
Her blue eyes flashed with light as lightning struck over head, followed a second later by the deep roll of thunder, and we stopped. I knew that this was it. Jennifer riding was going to be my first kiss, and I never wanted to kiss anyone else after this moment we were about to share.
I leaned forward and she eagerly closed the distance and our lips touched for a second, and I pulled back, hoping to see a smile on her face. But it wasn’t to be so, she pulled me back in, and this time it was more than a second.
By the time we pulled apart, the rain had stopped, and we could only see an occasional flash of lightning in the distance.

Valkyrie

The mist swirled around her leaving gaps as nature often does around beings of her rank. The light wove its way towards and through the gaps and rested on her, lighting up her armor and shield, along with the tip of her spear, surrounding her in many different colors of light.

Her eyes calmly scanned the field around her, her eyes resting on each bloodstained body for a moment, but never longer than that. She could remember every moment of the battle with clarity. “A cowards brawl” is what her and her sisters had called this battle. It seemed everyone had cared more about the glory of war than they did about life. And not a single soul had found the glory they were looking for, only the death they had so feared. But what did you expect of such a skirmish? It had been a chaotic battle; none of the soldiers had been trained in the least. All they knew about war was you fought to the death, no matter what.

The woman remembered similar wars of the past; she had seen every war ever waged during human history, and at least two before that. She had seen the best, the bravest, and the most battle hardened warriors the world had ever seen. There wasn’t a blow, block or death on a battlefield that she didn’t remember or didn’t see. For that was her purpose in existence. The gods will for her. She was too stand on the sidelines and watch patiently as millions of men died. She would know their thoughts, their pains, and eventually their deaths. And then she would choose the ones she thought most worthy and bring them to Odins Hall, Valhalla. So goes the life of a Valkyrie.

“Hmm, now that’s interesting.” A voice came to the left of the Valkyrie.

“You think everything is interesting.” She responded coolly as she watched Freyja appear in the mist, distorting the elements around her.

Freyja smiled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t try to hide it.”

She gazed across the field to a bloody body that seemed no different than any of the others. “I think he’s yours, Freyja.”

“No, I believe he’s Odins, Aldrnari. Even though I would love to have him in my hall…”

A wind picked up Aldrnari’s blonde hair telling her to hurry up and choose. “Then I will take him.” She mounted her horse and dug her heels into its side telling him to move forward, and then again, to tell him to be hasty about it. They lunged forward as souls began to rise out of some half of the bodies on the battlefield and follow behind her as her horse jumped up into the air and didn’t come back down.

Mysterious Slaughter

He strained his ears searching for any noise that the enemy might be making, but it was silent. Only his deep breathing and the cold night air blowing through the empty encampment could be heard. His eyes darted too a still form lying beside him.

How did this happen? An entire encampment of America’s finest, dead before they knew what hit them. He still didn’t know what his enemy was, only that they used some sort of sword, obvious from the deep cuts in the dead.

His eyes searched the encampment; there wasn’t a single living thing it seemed. Just 39 dead soldiers, with him standing in the midst of them with out a scratch

What could attack this fast and stealthily? And why’d they leave me alive when I stand here weaponless and vulnerable.

Nothing it seemed. The soldiers weren’t even killed in their tents like a slaughter like this might have happened. They had been getting ready to watch the sunrise when the first soldier fell to his knees, a deep gash in his back. Alarms went off everywhere and everyone grabbed their weapons. But it took only moments before everyone was killed by some phantom hiding in the shadows. He himself had seen at least 10 soldiers die in front of him in the assault, but he still hadn’t seen the assailant.

He took a step towards the nearest body he could see. It seemed like everyone at least had enough time to grab their weapons, though it didn’t help.

He knelt down next to the body. He knew this man, a headstrong man with no family or wife, only ‘acquaintances’. But still, he was brave man that had fought for his country and died. Courage like that was missing in America these days. He was a good man. He put his hand on the soldiers face and brought his hand down, closing the soldier’s eyes.

“Why’d they leave me?”

Grusome Birth

The sun sinks below the horizon as the day fades into night. As if all at once, all noise disappears from the world and bright little dots begin to cover the cloudless sky, forming thousands of unnamed constellations. A wolf howls in the distance, it’s the only noise the night allows.

A lone assassin runs across an open plain, his boots touch the ground, but don’t leave any imprints, each step is soundless. He’s dressed in a black garb that covers him from head to boot. There’s only a narrow opening in his hood for his eyes. He has a sword on his back, and a few knives hidden in his garb.

His eyes burn red as his target appears. He pulls out a knife as the pregnant woman turns to look at him, only fear in her eyes. The knife slits her throat as she falls to the ground, blood spilling everywhere. The assassin crouches next to her and slits her belly, taking the baby out of her stomach, it cries as the stranger grabs it, miraculously and sadly still alive.

“I have plans for you…” the assassin whispers.

Assassin

Steadily he aims his sniper at her, for a moment she disappears behind the violent snowfall, her white camouflage blending her in with the white tundra. Her auburn is the only thing that gives her away. The sniper smirks.

That’s why it’s a mans job…

He waits for the perfect moment. He knows he has time to wait, he has camouflage also, and there are only 3 people on the mountain. Him, the girl, and his comrade, watching to make sure no one came up from behind.

He watches her through his scope; she’s a pretty girl, probably why it was so easy to find her up this point. He just had to follow the turned heads of the chinamen. It was a pity such good looks would go to waste. If only she had become a hooker on his street instead of an assassin out to get him.

Pity…he said silently as his finger started to pull the trigger.

Thwack! A boot hit his gun sending the bullet awry, nowhere close to the target. Another kick came and hit him in the face, breaking his nose and spraying blood all over the white powder. Blood clouded his vision, but he brought his arms up to face to block another incoming attack that he couldn’t see.

There was a sickly thump as the boot came in contact with him again, this time a little lower. He couldn’t even find his voice to groan as his vision started to darken, his mind unable to bare the pain. Another kick broke a few ribs as he lost consciousness.

“I told you this would be a lot more satisfying!” The man said as he put his booted foot on the head of the sniper, resting his AK-47 on his shoulder.

“Man, I should have taken those kickboxing lessons with you. You’ve got a wicked kick.” Said the second man as he dropped a body next to the sniper.

The first man held his hands out and bowed deeply. “You should have seen me at the height of my game. I could break shins with out even wearing shoes.”

The second man laughed and shook his head. “Can I say conceited?” He waved to the woman with auburn hair who waved back and then took of her wig revealing a baldhead.

"You know..." said the second man, "Jim makes for a pretty hot girl."

Gone

The light was beginning to fade now, and it wouldn’t be long before the world went completely black. The pain was near unbearable, and it was a conscious effort to even breathe.

“Th…” he tried to start the last sentence he would ever say, but a hacking fit took over his body. It lasted a good minute as he spit out blood everywhere. Eventually he was too weak to cough anymore and his eyes rolled backed into his head as his last word passed through his blue lips. “Fake…”

Fake? What was? How was he supposed to figure out? There was no hope that Weston would ever figure out what the dying man meant.

He leaned back against a tree and covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath. Everything in his life had led him up to this point, this was suppose to be the defining moment of his life where he figured out everything. But instead of knowledge all he had was a dead body and some bloody clothes.

The word failure sunk into his brain, and he just didnt want to move. He had given up everything for this. And know he didnt even know what 'IT' was! What now? There was no other way, this was his last chance. Tears started welling up in his eyes. It was over. His life ambition, his life dream, gone in the blink of an eye.

Blind Rage

The wind howled as it blew through the waist high grass. To the north and the east, nothing could be seen for miles on end, only clear skies and green grass. But if one were to turn the other way, the sight was quite different. A black shadow covered the land for as far as the eye could see, which wasn’t far. A cloud of dust, grass, and soil swirled faster than any mortal mans eye could follow. The tornado had touched down mere seconds ago. It fell from the sky and connected with the earth, picking up any and all nearby debris. The shadow of the tornado passed by the two swordsmen in the field, covering them in darkness.

Though they had heard the tornado, they dared not look at that approaching danger, for there was a far more sinister threat that was a lot closer to them. Each other.

They held their swords in ready position and circled around each other, waiting for someone to strike first. Neither daring to do so. Sweat and dirt covered their faces and hands, making it difficult to hold the sword. To make it worse, the grass hid any signs of potholes or other obstructions in their battlefield.

The man facing the tornado flicked his eyes up for a second to measure how far it was just as the other man attacked abruptly at the same moment. James was able to block the attack just in time, but was pushed a few feet back by Weston’s strength, his blind rage putting more strength behind the blow than what James had expected. Weston attacked again, but James easily blocked it and forced the tip of the sword into the ground. James then kicked his opponent in the chest sending him back a few feet back towards the tornado, a sight that made him all the more nervous.

“This is ridiculous Weston!” He yelled over the roar of the wind as Weston tried to stab him through the gut. “This won’t solve it! Well both end up dying if we continue to fight! Just look at the tornado!” Weston’s eyes flashed with anger as he brought his sword down on James head, but was blocked yet again.

“Like I would turn my back to you! You liar! You back-stabbing-traitor!” He punctuated each word with a new and powerful attack

The tornado was closer than James was comfortable with, it would be less than a few minutes before it reached them.

“You are blind, Weston!” James yelled. Weston’s sword sliced through the air from above and James used his own to toss it to the side, but was a second too early, and Weston’s sword slid down his. James moved his hand so it wouldn’t get cut, but didn’t move his shoulder fast enough. The sword connected with his shoulder, cutting half way through. The blunt of the attack had been taken away when it had slid down James’s sword, but it didn’t make the pain any less.

James didn’t dare show any sign of pain as he switched his sword from his right to his left hand. This wasn’t going well. Soon they would both be dead, and nothing would be proved or disproved, except that maybe their feud had gone too far. And it had, and was, and was getting worse with each passing second.

Lightning struck the ground nearby sending debris everywhere, just narrowly missing the two combatants. Soon the field was on fire, but they paid no notice as their slices became blows, and their parry’s became weaker. They were wasting precious energy that they would need to escape the impending danger.

James ducked another attack aimed at his head, but this time tried a different tactic. He dropped his sword and lunged forward into Weston’s stomach, knocking the air out of him, and his sword out of his sweaty hand. Weston was too surprised when he hit the ground that James was able to roll him onto his stomach before he could do anything about it. He drove his knee into his back and lifted up his head by his hair, forcing him too look at the tornado.

Weston didn’t say anything, but his lack of struggling told James all he needed to know and more.

“The horses already ran away!” He yelled into Weston’s ear, only now realizing how loud the Tornado truly was. “If we leave now, we might be able to run far enough east to escape it!” Still Weston didn’t say anything. James slammed his face into the dirt and brought it back up. “Say something!” He demanded

“North! We go north! I know a place!” He yelled back and James couldn’t help but smile. Maybe no one would die today.

Nightmare

Run

From what

I don’t know

But I cant stop

To stop means to die

There’s nothing worse than that

My legs and my lungs, burning

It only makes me run harder

Wait…I can see what is chasing me

A demon from the dark abyss itself

It is the thing that I fear the most

It’s horrid, I cant bare too look

Someone save me from this thing

This soulless shadow

This ugly best

This nightmare

This thing

Me

*insert romantic title*

He had noticed her while waiting to board the plane. Brunette ringlets that she wasn’t use too fell down and past her shoulders; her light blue eyes seemed to want to hide from everybody. She quietly sat in her seat and read her book. She was cute, ridiculously so. And not the supermodel snobby type either, nothing like the cheerleaders at his school. Her face was round and seemed to blush more than most people’s. She was perhaps only five-two, and her shoeless feet barely reached the floor of the plane. Her shyness was evident, and maybe one of her most endearing attributes so far that he had seen.
Her face seemed so serious as she read her book and it brought a tinge of pink to his cheeks. She was completely and totally immersed in her book. Her facial expressions would suddenly change, first from serious to shock, and from shock to anger, and then anger too sadness. Once she caught herself, she blushed and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Seeing no one she went back to reading her book, it wasn’t long before her facial expressions came back. Just as cute as ever.
He walked down the center of the plane towards his seat, and he couldn’t help but smile as he saw her smile and hold back a giggle as she read her book. As if sensing someone was looking at her, she looked up and looked towards him, but he was already hiding behind the burly man in front of him. After a moment he could see through his arm that she was reading again.
He was nervous, for what, he didn’t know. Its not like they would ever meet. But she was cute, and he never did well while talking to cute girls. Stuttering would be all too common if they were to ever talk. A trait he knew wasn’t too charming. Not that he thought he was in the first place. But even though he knew they wouldn’t ever meet, he couldn’t help but imagine holding her hand while sitting next to her, or imagine her falling asleep and her head rolling on to his shoulders, or perhaps the most ridiculous of all, a small, simple and pure kiss on the lips. His cheeks lit up red at the thought, but he clung on to the thought in his head. It almost hurt to know it would never happen.
He was shaken out of his thoughts when he realized he didn’t even know where he was sitting; he looked down at his plane ticket. 15B. He looked up and found his seat.
Oh the irony. She was in 15A. His heart skipped a beat and jumped into his throat as he swallowed it back down. The few feet to his seat seemed to take an hour. And when he finally reached his seat, tunnel vision set in, all he could see was her face. Her brunette hair, her baby blue eyes and her soft pink lips that he still was dreaming about in his head, the image didn’t seem to want to leave.
“Hi.” He said to her ineloquently. He swallowed once again, “I think I sit here.” His heart was hammering as hers fluttered in her chest.
Her cheeks lit up brighter than he had imagined possible. She smiled, and then tried to hide it, but couldn’t and bit her lip to keep it down as she looked back down at her book and nodded. He smiled too as he sat down next to her. Both of them sat there awkwardly, her pretending to read her book as she tried not to smile, and him doing everything he could to not let her see that he was smiling also. Neither of them knew it at this point, but in a few hours, they would share their first and last first kiss.

Im Not Pregnant!

In my mind, I am a hero. I’m courageous, intelligent and modest. My biceps bulge underneath my shirt, and my washboard abs feel like cement. But in real life, I’m nothing like that. I look like I’m pregnant, and I’m dead serious when I say that. The bulge looks as if a baby were going to pop out any moment. The only thing I’m missing is long hair, long eyelashes and boobs, and I would have random people down the street asking me when the baby was due. Now people just look at me wondering how a prepubescent dike as ugly as me ever got laid.
I get dirty looks everywhere I go. I had one old hag come up to me and start telling me that I could still find Christ even though I’ve made mistakes in the past. I told her off. Not lightly either. I told her I was a midget of 35, and had been trying to get pregnant for 10 years. After that I decided to spice it up. Not only was I a 35-year-old pregnant midget, I was also raped by a man who shortly thereafter killed my husband. It wasn’t my husband’s baby, and now I have to care for my husband’s murderers baby. She looked dumbstruck when I told her this, and then started to cry. She said Christ could solve all things.
“Tell him to bring my husband back...” and then I walked off. I’m a jerk, I know, but these Christians are like crack addicts.
I’m actually at the hospital right now. The bulge had started to appear over the last month, and it was growing fast. At first I ignored it, thinking I was just eating a little too much and getting some extra pudge, but it kept growing. My parents didn’t even care; I don’t think they’ve even noticed. So I decided I would go to the hospital by myself. I took their keys and drove all the way here. Believe me, it was difficult. I’m only 13 after all, and I had never driven to the hospital before. Especially not with a belly that stuck so far out, my arms could barely reach the wheel.
I walked up to a lady in scrubs and she smiled at me, I smiled back. Dang she was cute. If only I was 15 years older and didn’t have a belly that stuck out like I was pregnant.
Lo, and behold, the first thing she says is “Ahhh…is it a boy or a girl?” My smile immediately faded, seeing this, hers did too.
“I’m a 13 year old male with a stomach sticking 2 feet out. Tell me what it is so I can go home and kill myself before whatever this thing is becomes painful.” She stares at me with a blank look on her face “Hurry up, woman!”
Her frown deepened and she looked at my stomach. “You don’t know what it is?” I shook my head. “When did it first appear?” I mumbled ‘a month ago’ and her eyebrows shot straight up, and underneath her bangs, I swear they reunited with the rest of hair and never came back down. “Follow me…” she commanded and I obeyed like the obedient little monkey that I am.
We swerved through corridors until we reached a door and the nurse stopped. “Wait right here.” What service! Ignorant slag.
A few moments later the door opened and a doctor immerged with the nurse. “Drop your pants.” He said it, and I knew it wasn’t a question. And besides, how often do you get to show off your manhood to a pretty little nurse? I’ll just ignore the old man in front of me. I stared at the nurse and smiled and dropped my pants, and then took my underwear off too. The nurse tried to ignore the fact that I was smiling at her. I could see her checks light up like Rudolph’s nose.
“Yup, definitely a male. You can put your pants back on.”
“Are you serious? That was to see if I was a guy?”
“Is there any other way?”
“Asking?”
“You could’ve lied.”
“Why would I tell you im a girl?”
“I dunno, ask the guy behind me.” Somewhere behind him I could clearly hear a man imitating a schoolgirl’s laugh. My pants put themselves back on.

Apocalyptic Volcano

Water will be as fire

And fire will consume the land

The places that are higher

Shall shatter and none shall stand

Mountains fall at dawns light

Fire will light the sky

And the blue sky will hide

And with this men shall die

The ocean shall roll forth

And claim all that remains

Men shall run to the north

But the life of men wanes

The Volcano shall erupt

Take and destroy all

Cause man is corrupt

Their morals all but fall

None shall escape the end

For the end is for all

Though it was devil send

It is for the men to fall

And the woman to rise

For woman are but tools of Satan

Used against the idiotic man

Just like Barbie and Ken

Hes a slave just like all men

Perhaps this is a release

So that we might not suffer

Just like the nomadic geese

Who fly south for the winter

To escape the bitterness and cold

To find food that one can actually eat

And clothes that wont be fold

Actually live life on our feet

The days of flat beer and cold hot dogs are over

Now that all men are dead

Woman may have called us a pushover

But that’s just what she said

You may say that this is random

And that it makes no sense

But perhaps its because you are dumb

Just a little too dense

Maybe you are a survivor, a woman

Crash Landing on Varuna

Silence. Nothing more. Nothing less. That’s all that there was, its all anybody could remember. They forgot their names, their lives, each other. All that they knew was the silence that made everything else seem so pitiful. Nothing else was worth remembering.

But all at once they were through, and the roar of the engines replaced the deafening silence. A splash of water could faintly be heard as the shuttle burst through the ocean, just to be grabbed back up by some unseen force. The ship spiraled downward to the new found planet, leaving a wake of fire and water behind it.

No other planet had ever been discovered quite like this one, where the ocean was in the sky, and all the light and warmth on the planet came from where the ocean should have been. Where volcanoes spewed tangible icy darkness, and the rain brightened the world with liquid light rising up from the lakes and see’s and rose to the ocean in the sky, piercing the water. Nothing like this had ever been discovered before, and nothing like it would be discovered again. It was the opposite of everything mankind had thought possible, it was an opening for a new breed of science, a new earth, a new everything. It was doors never dreamed of, opening. But yet, while those doors opened, the crew on the shuttle shivered. For this new world was now their prison.

The flames surrounding the ship faded from blue to white. The paint on the ship had melted off leaving only a silver gleam where a blue and yellow coating had been before.

“Captain!” the first words on the new planet could barely be heard over the roar of the flames that had over taken the now seemingly weak engine. “Pull up, Captain! PULL UP!” And at one single moment, the whole crew was very aware of who they were, and what they were doing. Captain Erickson pulled back on his handles with all the strength he could muster. It wasn’t enough. The ship continued its downward spiral until it crashed into the liquid light of a sea, sending droplets of light towards the ocean above.

Erasing A History

The tribe had long outgrown their small island. Most men dwelled not in houses or shacks, but underneath the palm trees. Every night they prayed to their gods, praying for a real home for their family. And it seemed one day they finally answered. The seas rolled back to reveal miles and miles of land that man had never set foot on. The woman rejoiced and talked anxiously about their plans for their new house. Men danced in the muddy sand, thanking the gods for their answered prayers. Hundreds of children crawled over rocks with bare feet searching for treasures that had been hidden from them until now.

There was only a single man on the island that did not rejoice. He tried to warn the people of the impending danger, but they would not listen. Oh, the arrogance of this people! If only they knew what he knew, if only they knew that this blessing was actually their extinction.

He tried to warn them, but none would listen. After many failures, he knew he didn’t have much time. He took only his faithful dog and ran to the volcanic mountain at the center of the island. He silently said a prayer that the battle between earth and sea would not upset the fiery depths of the mountain

It took him less than 2 minutes of sprinting to reach the base of the volcano, and he started to climb, making sure to never leave his dog behind, and never stopping to catch his breath. Soon he was high enough to see the beach, and the people still rejoicing on its shores. They did not know.

The man looked to the sea. A wave began to form over the ocean, like a titan immerging from the depths of Tartarus, furious with the world for allowing such an injustice. The man didn’t dare look back as he continued his climb upwards. A tear fell down his check leaving a trail of clear skin on his dirty face. His whole people, his family and life, all gone. Soon it would only be him and his dog, and not even that was for sure. Soon, his whole existence would amount to nothing. Nothing he had ever done on the island would be remembered, for there was no one to remember it. No one would be there to comfort him, no one would be there to enjoy life with him. He would be alone.

His dog barked at him, he was stuck on a small plateau a few feet below him, not able to climb the vertical cliff

There was a colossal crash as the wave finally met with the land. But the wave didn’t stop, it continued forwards destroying everything and everybody in its path. The small silhouettes of people running across the sand, unsuccessfully trying to escape the wave could be seen even from this high up the mountain.

It was then he realized that he wasn’t high enough; the wave was much bigger than he could have imagined.

His dog barked louder and louder trying to get the mans attention, but he was too entranced by the impending danger. Everyone was dying before his eyes, being washed away like mere specs of dirt on the earth. Trees and houses were being picked up by the wave, and trashed about like toys in the colossal waves hands.

“There’s no escaping this…” The man whispered to himself, as if to make sure that he himself was still alive. “Today I die…running from everything I’ve ever known…”

The dog continued to bark, but to the man, it was a silent bark. It was if the whole world had stopped spinning, and only the ocean was moving over the face of the earth.

He couldn’t understand. He couldn’t understand why the gods would allow this. A thousand people killed in only a few moments, their life, their history wiped from existence. No one would remember them; no one would ever know that they ever existed.

The wave rolled across the island, it was level with the mans eyesight. Soon it would collide with the volcano, and water and rock would fly in all directions. There was no escaping it.

“Today I die…” The man whispered again. “Running from everything I’ve ever known.”

He looked down at his dog who stopped calling for him.

The man climbed down to the plateau with the dog and rubbed its head. Mans best friend. He held on tightly as the wave crashed into the side of the volcano, erasing an entire history.