I'm not sure how I feel about this, but the fact that I'm writing again is encouraging. Feel free to comment. In my opinion though, this isn't finished...
It was a time after the end, when the ash had settled. There was no one left who remembered seeing the explosion take place. The world had turned over its soil and the sun shown down hot on all that was left. Black clouds coated the sky and the rain fell. It filled in the lakes and rivers and soaked back down into the new soil. From the ash and wreckage, life began to sprout. Grass and budding trees settled among ruins of concrete and metal, weaving a new jungle on the abandoned other half.
Years went by and the thick vegetation cleansed away all pollution. Trees grew taller and flowers bloomed. Birds nested in places above while rabbits burrowed in fields. Except for what lay of the past civilization, a busted foundation of a marketplace or melted over stub of a streetlight, all of humanity had been erased from this place.
Slow were the people to reenter their old territory. They stepped softly as if afraid of sinking, unknowing of what lay around corners. This was no longer home to them. Men and women stood around with eyes closed and envisioned things as they used to be: shopping malls, houses, the roadways and gas stations. They kicked at blocks of cement, displaced, and left only to come back with axes and diesel engine wrecking machines. Black clouds of smoke filled the air.
In what had been destroyed in moments, replaced anew over years, it took only weeks to restore. Trees were cut, houses rebuilt, and soon fresh asphalt was laid and the streets lined with new cars. Stores opened and more people came, eager to join in with the promised new start of the city. They rebuilt the factories and black clouds filled the air. Everyone was happy.
It was a time after the end, when the ash had settled. There was no one left who remembered seeing the explosion take place. The world had turned over its soil and the sun shown down hot on all that was left. Black clouds coated the sky and the rain fell. It filled in the lakes and rivers and soaked back down into the new soil. From the ash and wreckage, life began to sprout. Grass and budding trees settled among ruins of concrete and metal, weaving a new jungle on the abandoned other half.
Years went by and the thick vegetation cleansed away all pollution. Trees grew taller and flowers bloomed. Birds nested in places above while rabbits burrowed in fields. Except for what lay of the past civilization, a busted foundation of a marketplace or melted over stub of a streetlight, all of humanity had been erased from this place.
Slow were the people to reenter their old territory. They stepped softly as if afraid of sinking, unknowing of what lay around corners. This was no longer home to them. Men and women stood around with eyes closed and envisioned things as they used to be: shopping malls, houses, the roadways and gas stations. They kicked at blocks of cement, displaced, and left only to come back with axes and diesel engine wrecking machines. Black clouds of smoke filled the air.
In what had been destroyed in moments, replaced anew over years, it took only weeks to restore. Trees were cut, houses rebuilt, and soon fresh asphalt was laid and the streets lined with new cars. Stores opened and more people came, eager to join in with the promised new start of the city. They rebuilt the factories and black clouds filled the air. Everyone was happy.
3 Comments:
Cyclical. Good imagery and description.
Something really scares me about the possibility that previously there was a civilization as advanced as ours that ended up destroying itself and we have no idea.
I dig it. You said it's not finished...what were you planning on adding to it?
Keep going, there's more to this. There's more to all of this.
Alone it leaves me wanting, but it definitely feels like an intro to something that could be damned interesting to read. If you plan on taking it somewhere this could be chunkier.
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