djcliche (djcliche) wrote,

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this picture is not by me, but i just wanted to put some cool art along with my story

Fear is a giant empty castle near the mountains. The windows are boarded up and it smells musty like mold growing on dead bodies. The earth is crumbling beneath the castle and people everywhere are running for their lives. There are bombs and fires and gunshots. There is no escaping the devastation.

How you got to the castle in the first place is not important. All you can remember is ever having been there. As far as you know, it is your home and your shelter, but it is all disappearing before your eyes and there is nothing you can do about it.

Where are you going next, you may ask yourself. Where do people go when they die? Maybe you were expecting heaven, and maybe you weren't, but you are surprised to find yourself locked in a dirty cell, chained to the walls with people who do not speak your language. You want to communicate to them how scared you are, but they are scared too.

An other worldly looking man comes to the door with keys in his hands. He says something in another language to you, and unlocks you from your chains. He hands you a piece of bread and a laptop computer and motions for you to sit at the table. You open the laptop to the news page. It says THE WORLD HAS ENDED. You try to contact your friends through social networking sites like facebook and myspace, but the only people you can find on the internet are the strangers in the room with you. You close the computer and accept your fate. You are lost in space and time.

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