by Sonya Watson
Forced from her mind was sanity. Chaos flooded the Americas but it would soon spread to the other continents since all three sisters were suffering from the same disease. The sisters had once been the enforcers of order. The line curved and straightened with a shift of their fingers or with a single command. The gates opened and a sea of souls was herded into Purgatory. They had knowingly befriended time; however, death came and took them to the waiting area until the sisters could pass judgment.
The ground bled, the clouds cried and the winds grew cold as a depraved self-serving version of fate appeared on a dark summer’s day in Toronto. The people were drawn to her maddening melancholic aura. Drunk with madness, she twirled until the cool cracked asphalt was littered with bodies and a devastating silence was carried on the wings of a gentle breeze. Misery plagued her thoughts when lucidity returned for a brief moment but it faded once her sisters appeared to lend aid.
11 comments:
Nice use of imagery to lend a foreboding feeling to the story. I never truly felt I knew what was going on, but then, I never felt as though I was supposed to.
Thank you so much. You aren't. I could tell you.
Great read! For whatever reason it reminded me of The Walking Dead, which I only watch now because I've watched up to this point and just want to see what happens. But unlike the useless zombie plot twists that add no excitement, your piece sounds like it would make a great story! Nice job!
Love the creativity. Really enjoyed the way the story is brought together with no specificity. Well done.
At once both intriguing and vague. Kind of a bird's-eye view of a national catastrophe, with some anthropomorphic personification thrown into the mix?
At once both intriguing and vague. Kind of a bird's-eye view of a national catastrophe, with some anthropomorphic personification thrown into the mix?
The Fates gone mad? I love it whatever it is.
Thank you so much guys for the kind words. @ JRVogt you pretty much got it. I tend to gravitate towards metaphors and personification.
@ Vlad S Thank you so much. I haven't watched Walking Dead but I am told I should.
@ Sarah You got it. Thank you. You made my day.
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