The end of the world did not come packaged in a cataclysmic natural disaster. There were no words of warning, no days to say goodbye; no time to futilely try to outrun it. There was no virus twisting and corrupting the masses, no television announcer to somberly announce the projectile heading toward the area. There was only this -
The world Before. A humming thing. Alive, humans and animals and plants crawling and tumbling over each other as they marched in circles. Before was simple - a breath in, anticipation.
The world was waiting; molten lungs filled with fire, feeling its inhabitants skittering across its skin with a fervor that got them nowhere.
And then, the exhale.
It was a strange sound, heard across the globe. The twisting of metal - sharp, and uncomfortable. A creak, or perhaps a groan, or maybe even an exhale; lungs dry and unused.
The earth sighed, and the skittering stopped.
Finally, she breathed. Finally.
I am at peace.
Her sisters welcomed her with open arms. Home, they said. You are home.
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Begin Start typing to begin
Event World peace is achieved
Words Reach 50 words
Character An average television presenter
Letter Use the letter M
Words Reach 100 words
Event There's a strange noise
Letter Use the letter Y
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