The explosions rang, but I didn’t hear, my feet had become like molasses, the world moved at sluggish pace- swirling around me in that awful, deafening silence.
So this is how our world will fall, I duck a crossbeam the size of a tree trunk, running, I don’t know why or where, it will take me an hour to run through the steel jungle new york has become- the streets are covered with rubble, crushed bodies, and debris.
The last explosion sounds, I fall to the ground as the earth shakes, the booming still echoes in my head.
I wake up in a daze; the jagged lines of toppled buildings skew the horizon, the dusty air so thick. I cough, pushing myself up. It is so quiet, no hum of traffic, no chatter of crowds. I feel as if that cough could be heard for miles. I climb gingerly over some beams, normally fear would paralyze me, but right now, I am too frightened to be scared. I yell.
The most cliché line I can think of as if I am re-living every apocalypse movie I have ever watched. My footsteps echo, bouncing of the broken buildings and piles that used to be skyscrapers- I stumble my way to central park- I think of it as the most open space, so maybe the safest- no luck. The silence is sickening, the dust covers the ragged leaves of fallen trees, the park benches smashed by steel bars. What has happened? Who did this? Where is everybody? Why did I survive?
Was that simply it? I was in the right place at the relatively right time? I sobbed- a break in the deathly silence that envelopes me- a new feeling seems to creep out of the depths of my mind – not jut loneliness, no, something deeper, stinging.
Don’t ask me how I know- this feeling, it is so sure.
You wouldn’t understand.
Unless you have ever been the last human on earth.
((I'd also like to enter "four minutes to midnight" on my profile))
Soooo... Are there enough entries?
Yes, I suppose there are enough entries! :)
I will finish judging them today hopefully.
Results will be posted on here either today or tomorrow! I'm sure you are all getting excited so I'll try to post the winners today!
Alright I am happy to announce the winners!!! More sooner than I expected actually but having previously read all your fabulous entries it took me a while to decide all the winners none the less.
Here they are:
RUNNER UP: a tie between The interview and The Game part 1 (you shall both receive the runner up prize) c:
3RD PLACE: Four Minutes to Midnight! :)
2ND PLACE: The Piano of Rehgale! :D
1ST PLACE: Homeless! XD
Your awards will be given shortly!
...........What? *sits down in shock*
FashionThief, thank you so much for giving me first place!! It means so much to me :)
AAH! YAY! thanks a bunch.. I honestly didn't expect to place with such amazing stuff going around!
anyway, can you comment/rate/whatever on my poem "starfish" and any other thing that catches your eye.
Thanks FashionThief c: And congrats to my fellow winners, and everyone who participated ;)
congrats to all winners! liz your articles are all very well written and fantastic! --sorry white-horse that your story didn't make the cut, and along with the others that didn't place, better luck next time! I may have another contest like this again because it was so fun to read all the entries! XD
Good job, everone, and thanks for the runners-up, Thief ^_^. Could you please review the piece I submitted, The Interview? I would like to hear from you how I could make the piece better.
What did I do wrong? I thought it was a good story! *cries* I'm a horrible writer!
Could you rate or comment on The [GAME] for me, either is fine.
I would like to submit "I Killed a Monster", and "The Girl and Miho" I hope you like it!
The man in grey had no trouble sneaking past the guards, and getting over the wall was a matter of simplicity. Once over, the man took out an old, torn, battered map then glanced at it before cursing and hurrying down a smaller road. After a few turns he found himself standing near a wooden building with average sized doors and a bolted lock. Looking at his map for confirmation, he grinned and waved his hand over the lock. Small purple sparks danced around the lock as the mechanisms shifted and moved within the fixture as it fell away from the door with a soft thump on the hard earth. The man opened the door and stepped inside. All around him lay piles of armor, weapons and other instruments of war. His grey cloak swept in behind him as he sighed softly. He walked around the piles of metal and ignored even the finest gear he passed. Soon, however, his attention was drawn to a pile of rusty helms and unfinished armor plates. Carefully moving the items aside and revealing a long wooden box, about six and a half feet long, and unornamented but for a small carved symbol in the side of the chest. The man in grey bent down and breathed in the familiar scent of old age and rotting wood. His shoulders slumped as he opened the trunk and looked inside. Within the box lay a long branch of gnarled wood, intertwined at the top with a beautiful purple crystal that glowed with an inner radiance of it’s own. Old, sad eyes looked on from under his hood as the man picked up the staff and straightened his shoulders. He breathed in a long, slow breath and felt himself be revitalised for the first time in years. Standing tall, the man proceeded to pick up a near helm and hurl it at the wall with a resounding crash. Then he sprinted out of the armory.