The Day The Sun Went Out
written by Zilent1
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written by Zilent1
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It was like Hell on Earth and Heaven had perished. The heat on Earth was unbearable. Hotter than any heat wave that once reached the long-gone atmosphere of Earth. On days like this you could once swim in the pool in town, but now you cannot for there is no water left. Not even a drop. For it is gone. Gone like the wind and rain, the humans and animals, who have either burnt to their fiery death or have fled. The water has long gone been boiled away - the magnificent Pacific and America-hugging Atlantic have gone forever, never to return.
Gone too are the breathtaking trees and native plants that once beautified each country in their own individual ways. The birds that once sang in those wonderful trees and native plants have, too, gone like the humans that once wandered the Earth, drank the water and ate those plants, have too gone. To never to be seen on the bare, crusty planet we once called Earth.
The houses and buildings we once called home and work have also gone. Either burnt to a crisp or melted into the ground. No more churches to pray in, to beg for mercy in or to confess your sins in. No more famous landmarks; the Empire State Building have been slowly melted in to the ground; the Taj Mahal, a thick, white mass of long-gone destruction; the Eiffel Tower and other towers, either burnt or melted long ago. No more is left of those magnificent creations of art. Everything we once lived and worked for, out hopes and dreams, have all been destroyed and are lost forever. They are now gone.
The seasons that we all come too love and hate are also gone. Heaven has definitely perished. God has burnt his magnificent land he once created in the beginning of time. His dream. His creation. Earth itself would be like a cake kept too long in an oven, nearly burnt to the core, nothing has survived, just a waste of ingredients. The Arctic and Antarctica would have melted and boiled away long ago, almost flooding the whole planet. Gone has Paradise with the tropical beaches with aqua water and shady palm trees. Gone has the Skiers Paradise. The snow that once lay peacefully on the mountaintops have gone. Gone. To never be seen again.
The graveyards where the dead were once buried, that once looked like multicoloured, crocked teeth, have gone. All headstones have passed on just like that people they were made for. No more to tell about the human that once lay six feet under those stones. For the bones of the deceased would just be a pile of ashes, buried deep within the ground. The Titanic and other sunken ships and submarines that once lay on the ocean floor have also gone. Just like they did when they were last seen above water - they disappeared from sight. Never to be seen again. The history of each would be forgotten. The evidence destroyed.
But look on the bright side; it's a far cheaper way to travel! Just hike, bike or ride across the ocean floor, perhaps get stuck in a trench on the way. Just travelling across the gigantic sea floor and face whatever lay ahead - America, Islands and any country we desired, if we could find it. If only it were possible. As we cannot return to the dying Earth without perishing ourselves first.
But that thought and many others will soon disappear as the Earth sees its last sunset and sunrise, before the betraying Sun, whom we portrayed as many things, reaches out its fiery arms to grab and pull Earth into its fiery grip, and after saying grace, grabs its new prey and swallows it whole. No more to be seen of Earth, from now or ever. For the Sun has taken it and kill it to, perhaps, recycle for another new planet.
The next six planets wait in line for their doom that lies ahead of them. After all but the last planet has gone, Pluto, gathers its much deserved warmth before, it too, is pulled into the Suns reach and swallowed - into the everlasting warmth of the Sun. Never to be seen again. When all is done, the Sun chooses its fate - to explode or to fade away. Never to be seen of again, just like the long-gone planets. For it has disappeared to make a new galaxy. It is now gone, gone, gone. Gone.
Gone too are the breathtaking trees and native plants that once beautified each country in their own individual ways. The birds that once sang in those wonderful trees and native plants have, too, gone like the humans that once wandered the Earth, drank the water and ate those plants, have too gone. To never to be seen on the bare, crusty planet we once called Earth.
The houses and buildings we once called home and work have also gone. Either burnt to a crisp or melted into the ground. No more churches to pray in, to beg for mercy in or to confess your sins in. No more famous landmarks; the Empire State Building have been slowly melted in to the ground; the Taj Mahal, a thick, white mass of long-gone destruction; the Eiffel Tower and other towers, either burnt or melted long ago. No more is left of those magnificent creations of art. Everything we once lived and worked for, out hopes and dreams, have all been destroyed and are lost forever. They are now gone.
The seasons that we all come too love and hate are also gone. Heaven has definitely perished. God has burnt his magnificent land he once created in the beginning of time. His dream. His creation. Earth itself would be like a cake kept too long in an oven, nearly burnt to the core, nothing has survived, just a waste of ingredients. The Arctic and Antarctica would have melted and boiled away long ago, almost flooding the whole planet. Gone has Paradise with the tropical beaches with aqua water and shady palm trees. Gone has the Skiers Paradise. The snow that once lay peacefully on the mountaintops have gone. Gone. To never be seen again.
The graveyards where the dead were once buried, that once looked like multicoloured, crocked teeth, have gone. All headstones have passed on just like that people they were made for. No more to tell about the human that once lay six feet under those stones. For the bones of the deceased would just be a pile of ashes, buried deep within the ground. The Titanic and other sunken ships and submarines that once lay on the ocean floor have also gone. Just like they did when they were last seen above water - they disappeared from sight. Never to be seen again. The history of each would be forgotten. The evidence destroyed.
But look on the bright side; it's a far cheaper way to travel! Just hike, bike or ride across the ocean floor, perhaps get stuck in a trench on the way. Just travelling across the gigantic sea floor and face whatever lay ahead - America, Islands and any country we desired, if we could find it. If only it were possible. As we cannot return to the dying Earth without perishing ourselves first.
But that thought and many others will soon disappear as the Earth sees its last sunset and sunrise, before the betraying Sun, whom we portrayed as many things, reaches out its fiery arms to grab and pull Earth into its fiery grip, and after saying grace, grabs its new prey and swallows it whole. No more to be seen of Earth, from now or ever. For the Sun has taken it and kill it to, perhaps, recycle for another new planet.
The next six planets wait in line for their doom that lies ahead of them. After all but the last planet has gone, Pluto, gathers its much deserved warmth before, it too, is pulled into the Suns reach and swallowed - into the everlasting warmth of the Sun. Never to be seen again. When all is done, the Sun chooses its fate - to explode or to fade away. Never to be seen of again, just like the long-gone planets. For it has disappeared to make a new galaxy. It is now gone, gone, gone. Gone.
