I was challenged to write this by some one. For a pretty stupid reason. Anyway everyone seems to like so I thought I'd post it here.

Hearts twist and contort as the ground quakes, and the skies tremble.

Piercing shrieks ravage human ears

Men and women a like gasp for air as they are suffocated on dust, and ash.

They run and panic engulfed in unforgiving flames.

The young and old are bereaved of their appearances as their facial features become distorted.

They fall! Bodies are crushed, and entombed in their concrete coffins.

The inane screams fill the streets as the humans run, and flee for their lives.

The air born folk lose consciousness as they throw themselves to their doom.

Embedded in stone forever their souls escape their batter bodies.

The earth opens up and reaps the human waste into an abysmal disgrace.

Entombed shells are left behind, and are consumed by that which breeds filth.

Friends and foes a like help to search for the dead.

Pieces of mangled bodies are carried off by birds of prey.

The living are scarred souls that have been fed upon by flames.

Raw nerves are exposed touched, and fed upon by living bacteria.

The shredded bodies are carried emergency rooms, and are operated upon.

Sheets are stained blood red.

Tears of medical staff drip onto the carcasses of the ones who they could not save.

Putrid stench fills my nostrils as I breathe the foul air.

I watch as the dieing speaks incoherently as they writhe in pain.

Doctors franticly cut into the dead realizing they have failed to save their fellow mankind.

A country has been sent into distress and the leaders prepare to speak words to calm the of their nation people.

I can only laugh as my eyes watch through the hour glass of time knowing that this is but a glimpse of what is to befall this feeble breed.

I slip silently back into my restful state awaiting the next tragedy that I shall beckon upon this weak and arrogant breed.

I read it the other day and just couldn't get into it. It sounded like a typical war hit. War of the Worlds is fresh in my mind since I saw the documentary yesterday about a bunch of versions of it. The perspective at the end where it becomes controlled by someone gave me different vibes as to who was doing the controlling. It had pretty good flow to the story line and the imagery wasn't bad. It didn't seem to have too much uniqueness to it even though your descriptions were good.

I think there's a typo in this line--- I watch as the dieing speaks incoherently as they write in pain. --- write or writhe? Hmm, a seperate piece about an individual "writing in pain" during a conflict of some sort to preserve thoughts might be an interesting. ha! my kid is listening to Megadeth and Dave just sang "These are the last words." How ironic.

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Yeah sorry I posted it like 20mins after it was finished. That was a typo but shall be fixed.

Cool. I also did a piece inspired by yours called "Last Words Written" should you want to check that out.

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