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Creative Writing: Empire Island

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Hall woke with a start and something other than the curse was drawing him to the same window that he constantly stood by. Fire? The sky was a dirty scarlet and reminded him of the broken wagon he used to ride in as a child. Not fire. There was no heat to be felt and no scent to be smelt that even resembled the presence of flames. Instead, the air was stained with the stench of acid. He associated the stinging fragrance with a sort of bitter, rotten apple but most importantly, he related it to pain. Quickly, a drop ran from the sky, racing to reach the windowsill where Hall’s hand lay. The soldiers still stood around the cottage and guarded it with efficiency as the sky grumbled and spilled more tears. A watchman yelped as a drop of rain hit …show more content…

This time, almost like a commencement ceremony, a breeze came through and removed the tops of every civilian’s hut. At that instant, a fist plunged into the surrounding mountain and made rocks fly into the town, forcing those who still had enough conscious to seek shelter. Mud, stones, sticks, and heavy plants slid from the hillside colliding with edifices and leaving substantial residue in its path. However, this wouldn't have been the largest problem for long, as a deafening crack sounded throughout the Earth and split the barren ground into sections deeper than the town’s only lake. Screams resonated from the women’s mouths and shrill yells came forth from the men’s. The floor shook vigorously and grabbed at the innocents trying to escape its clutches. “Do something! Someone do something!” screeched the same woman who had requested Hall’s removal during his short visit. “What are we to do? This is nature's fate for us! Not ours to decide for ourselves! Just brace-” rang an officer's voice above the cries.
An explosion was heard, then, no sound at all. A sort of earsplitting, monotone chime echoed through the people’s brains as they hunkered down farther into the ground believing this would reduce the discomfort. Like the sky herself had sliced her thin skin and let the wound bleed out, there was a raging burst of reds and oranges and yellows coming from over the top of the mountain. It stunk of black fire and destroyed all in its seething chase toward the

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