Skip to main content

My Dream

From the deepest sleep, at a moment when my mind and spirit had wholly unbound themselves from this mortal coil, I found myself among the clouds. High enough to look down upon the entirety of my family’s capital with the same view as God himself.
It all lay beneath me.
The bustling plazas built in the shadows of the majestic peaks of our ancient cathedrals in the heart of the old city. A center connected by webs of smooth lantern-lit roads and thoroughfares to the steadily encroaching smog shrouded industrial districts built along the banks of the winding river that bisected the city.
I took this omnipotence for granted for at that moment it was what had always been. Yet, I was keenly aware that this was the first time I had noticed the startling dimensions of the faceless steel buildings. The towering smokestacks cast shadows longer than any castles spire and with a far greater reach than the crowning cross of any cathedral.
Somewhere a steam whistle screamed loud enough for the entire city to hear, and for the span of a breath, all motion stopped. The rhythmic clatter of the machines ceased, and the mighty furnaces stopped burning. The whistle screamed again and the all at once the factories and warehouses began to bulge outwards before bursting open spewing a writhing mass of people out into the streets.
They quickly covered the entirety of the city like a swarm of ravenous insects. Shattered glass covered the streets and crunched under the feet of the rioters with the same sound as snow.
The human flood spread quickly in all directions extinguishing the soft glow of the street lights, leaving writhing darkness beneath my feet.
The rabble tore christ down from the summit of every church before setting the holy places ablaze. The ravenous fires devouring these houses of God cast a ghastly light on the rabid gore smeared packs.  That looted and smashed seemingly unaware of the walls of fire growing around them.
When the crowds started to converge on our palace, my anger and disgust were flooded away by terror. I witnessed our once magnificent palace guard tear the uniforms from their own bodies and shred them to rags.  This while the iron gates bearing our crest was smashed open.
A torchlit procession of featureless phantoms in flowing crimson robes carrying a rallying banner of malice shepherded the mob through the court and through the palace hall.
 I listened helplessly to the screams of my mother, my sisters.  My brother baby William was flung from a window. The horde quickly descended on the infant, tearing it apart like hungry piranhas.
I couldn’t watch it anymore. I shut my eyes and begged for salvation. The fries were crackling louder, and I could feel the prickling heat of the flames forked tongue lashing at my body.
“Our father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name..”
My eyes opened, and a sea of flames had swallowed everything. My heart sank, and I along with it. I felt myself plummeting from the sky into emerging hell, and I ceased to pray, knowing it would do me no good.
And that’s when I finally woke up, but this was only temporary relief. Like Cassandra, I have seen the senseless and horrible end of all the things I love. Despite any efforts I know we are already on our way to hell, or rather hell is already on its way to us. I can ask God why he wants to destroy my family’s kingdom but will find no answer. I can do nothing with this vision besides let the anticipation intensify the coming pain of the inevitable terminus.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Jumpers

The fleet of ships that now held what remained of humanity inside their titanium hulls hovered at the edge of space. The mood was somber as everyone waited in a quiet tension pendulating between despair and mind-shattering terror. The powering up of the colossal nuclear engines sent gale force winds ripping across the planet.  This was the beginning of their latest exodus, just another jump on their way to the last.  Human civilization's only hope rested with an asteroid that was hurtling in their direction. The appearance of this interstellar ballistic was heralded as a miracle, and indeed it was their only hopes of escaping the world they devoured. When it screamed past the desolated little planet, they would launch themselves at the oncoming cosmic projectile it in a desperate attempt to cling to its jagged surface. It's projected trajectory was set to take it just outside the orbit of a small planet dubbed Toba. An infinitesimal but livable planet.  There wasn't enoug…

Family Content

Melony Coasts was by all standards a very attractive women. Two births, although one admittedly was c-section, and the subsequent sixteen years of motherhood did little to diminish Melony’s radiant beauty nor dampen her lively personality.
Melony’s children her 16-year-old son Eric, and her 14-year-old daughter Sophia were the fortunate product’s of two very enviable sets of genes. Naturally, the Coasts were popular around the neighborhood. Then one day the enterprising and chronically bored Melony developed the idea of transforming her charismatic family into a lucrative YouTube series.
Melony’s optimism was not misplaced. The family was an instant internet sensation, and soon they were drawing audiences of millions. Merchandise sales and fan donations came flooding in for the already relatively wealthy Coasts.
Like more conventional television shows fans usually had a favorite star of the show. A considerable portion of the viewership was drawn in by Melony’s low cut shirts and form…

In The Blink Of An Eye

In The Blink of An Eye
Up until now, the grinding gears of history revolved at such a slow pace that our perception of it was like a puzzle, the constantly changing fragments creating an eternally changing picture inhabited and shaped by generations, but progress made it possible for the change to arrive in the form of a flash just a billionth of a second long with a blinding light and the pain of flesh-searing fire that burned away the world I knew as if it were covered in lighter fluid. For us, there were no blue skies. Daytime was just when the sun was shining bright enough to penetrate through the acrid black clouds that had consumed the sky and mingled with the distant glow of the burning horizon, painting the atmosphere with blood. For an indeterminate number of hours, maybe as long as a day, it was the only thing I saw. The constant screams became white noise; as I spiraled into death, my perceptions continued to numb, until there was nothing left but fear and pain. Every hour t…