Judgement Day

I always knew the world would end in fire. Ice would be too slow, too kind, to simply let us freeze, lay down to sleep one day, never wake up. No, the world - my world - ended in fire.

No-one knew how it started, that wondrous, gloriously blustery day. The day that turned to horror. All it took was one ember, one ember carried by the winds to burn here, smolder there, and soon entire counties were burning up. People drove in their cars far, far away to flee, only to be stopped and sent back again, trapped by the flames.

The sun turned red that day, from the great billowing clouds of smoke, and the little light that made it through was brown, dark orange, burnt sienna. At night, the moon looked yellow through her veil of smoke. People who did not flee were driven inside by the smoke, filling their lungs with ash.

It seemed as though entire mountain ranges are burning up, tongues of flame leaping and dancing, twisting into insane hieroglyphs written by demons. Symbols written to strike fear into their hearts, discord and injury among their ranks.

Who could start this? Who could send such horrors upon them? God? What god would do this? Perhaps Loki of old Norse lore had broken free of his shackles to wreak havoc and mischief upon the earth before being recaptured.

But why? Were they such sinners, all? What crime could justify this horror to threaten suburbia?

We perished that day, not with dignity, but as cowards, flight no longer an option, huddling together. We died, mothers smothering their babes in arms before they could be burned, roasted alive. Lovers committed suicide, together.

But I know now who did it. And I will have my revenge.

I will have my revenge.













Please, no matter your faith, send out prayers for, good vibes, good thoughts to Southern California. States of emergency have been declared and people are evacuating due to smoke and flames. They need hope, they need help, they need to know somebody cares.

I'm just terrified for them - all their hopes, dreams, their lives, gone in smoke. Could you survive that?