|The beginning. (standard:drama, 516 words)|
|Author: jenne64||Added: Mar 31 2001||Views/Reads: 2370/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|All stories start at the beginning but very few end there as well... All feedback appreciated.|
The Beginning . . . By Jenne64 Copyright 2001 It began. A dark void that may or may not have really existed, it's purpose, unknown. Did it have a purpose? Only it knew the answer. It possessed no voice. Communication with it was as alien as the being. Was it really a being? This question was asked time and time again at the beginning. Did anyone know the answer? All the so-called experts were unsure. The dark void grew. Experts speculated and formed opinions, voicing concerns and dire warnings, but experts never agree, do they? Ordinary people speculated on the void that filled the once blue sky above their heads. The press spoke of nothing else. Governments met, and disagreed as always about the source and purpose of the menace in the sky. Web-cams and news channels spent every hour of everyday focused on the spectre. Every person breathing watched it build. Religious groups announced everything from the end of the world to the coming of the second Christ. Some churches were accused of performing ancient rituals, accidentally invoking the Antichrist as a result. Just like governments, religions refused to agree on anything. Three months after the black mass was first seen, it filled over thirty percent of the sky surrounding an already fragile planet. It hung there, an ominous omen, but beneath, people had almost become accustomed to its presence. Shorter days and longer nights became accepted. No one seemed to care any more about the mass that ‘just was’. Six months passed and people began to take serious notice. They stood on street corners gasping for air. Air that once was taken for granted was slowly being sapped from the lungs of every creature inhabiting the world. Gold was no longer traded on stock markets. Small pockets of air found floating around were being exchanged for obscene amounts of money. "What price life?" papers boys cried, as various scandals were uncovered. Ordinary people were collecting jars of air, trading it via the Internet. Dealers stood on street-corners openly peddling the stuff to anyone with the ability to pay. New laws were quickly passed. The distribution of ‘air for profit’ was prohibited. People prayed each day to some higher deity for deliverance from the evil force hanging above their heads. Scientists tried to figure out the key; why now; why here and how to stop it. They, too, failed to understand. They all failed to understand the intentions behind my anger. Anger at the waste; the destruction that a single race could ravage on the planet that had feed, nurtured and clothed them. I didn't mean to extinguish the light from the whole planet. I really didn't, but they wouldn't listen. So self-obsessed, so full of greed and angst, no thought for anyone else. They blamed me in the end but it wasn't really me. Had they only listened, cared a little more, then none of this would have happened. But no; it was easier to ignore me; easier to appease fear with money. I'm still here, awaiting the new begining, but where are they? Tweet
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