Writing Challenge - Day 8
To all who are reading this,
Day eight on the ELEMENTAL challenge. This piece was inspired by a good friend who gave me the idea. I dedicate it to you!
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the eighth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 8. - DARKNESS
The suburban town of Sheffthorpe was usually calm. During this time of year, students were flying the nest, heading to various universities the length and breadth of the United Kingdom. Tourism was slowing until November brought in shoppers preparing for Christmas. Everything was peaceful until the evening of the twenty-third of September. The year was 2013. It had been a crisp afternoon, and night was drawing in. One by one the street lamps popped. Glass casing shattered, falling on pedestrians. Women and children cried out in alarm and for some, pain. Men hurried their families along, urging them to safety. On the roads, traffic lights turned themselves off. Cars swerved out of each others way, whilst there were several collisions. Cyclists turned onto pavements, fearing for their lives. Appliances in households stopped, leaving mothers frustrated, fathers only seen by the glow of their cigarettes, children frightened. Teenage girls complained loudly about everything and the boys moaned about losing their latest game save data files. In a field towards the outskirts of town, five teenagers crowded around a camp fire. The two girls, Alicia and Bethany, were huddled in thick jeans, jackets and boots. The two boys, Julian and Ross, studied everyone's backpacks and organised their supplies. Michael, meanwhile, paced the field, leaves crunching underfoot. He had sensed that the electro-magnetic pulse would hit - how, he didn't know and he didn't want to. Not at this minute anyway. All that mattered was that the end was coming, and he and his friends would survive whatever was coming for them. A plague. Zombies. The apocalypse. When morning hit, they could survey the damage that the darkness had created. And then, they could go about living.THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013)
Currently reading: The Hidden Child by Camilla Läckberg
Day eight on the ELEMENTAL challenge. This piece was inspired by a good friend who gave me the idea. I dedicate it to you!
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the eighth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 8. - DARKNESS
The suburban town of Sheffthorpe was usually calm. During this time of year, students were flying the nest, heading to various universities the length and breadth of the United Kingdom. Tourism was slowing until November brought in shoppers preparing for Christmas. Everything was peaceful until the evening of the twenty-third of September. The year was 2013. It had been a crisp afternoon, and night was drawing in. One by one the street lamps popped. Glass casing shattered, falling on pedestrians. Women and children cried out in alarm and for some, pain. Men hurried their families along, urging them to safety. On the roads, traffic lights turned themselves off. Cars swerved out of each others way, whilst there were several collisions. Cyclists turned onto pavements, fearing for their lives. Appliances in households stopped, leaving mothers frustrated, fathers only seen by the glow of their cigarettes, children frightened. Teenage girls complained loudly about everything and the boys moaned about losing their latest game save data files. In a field towards the outskirts of town, five teenagers crowded around a camp fire. The two girls, Alicia and Bethany, were huddled in thick jeans, jackets and boots. The two boys, Julian and Ross, studied everyone's backpacks and organised their supplies. Michael, meanwhile, paced the field, leaves crunching underfoot. He had sensed that the electro-magnetic pulse would hit - how, he didn't know and he didn't want to. Not at this minute anyway. All that mattered was that the end was coming, and he and his friends would survive whatever was coming for them. A plague. Zombies. The apocalypse. When morning hit, they could survey the damage that the darkness had created. And then, they could go about living.THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013)
Currently reading: The Hidden Child by Camilla Läckberg
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