posted on Sep, 19 2005 @ 05:54 PM
Well I wrote this for the contest but do not wish to kill the storyline by cutting it in half so i thought I would post the story anyhows for you all
the read and hopefully enjoy. It made my mum cry over poor Bailey.
Sarah stopped and straightened, wiping the sweat from her brow as she looked around. It was a steamy spring day in the tropics of Australia with
foreboding storm clouds gathering on the horizon. She turned to review her morning accomplishment in the garden and walked back slowly towards the
farmhouse to make lunch for her herself and her small son Bailey, who was playing quietly under the mango tree which was bursting with pre season
As she stepped into the house, she stopped a moment and frowned, peering outside again into the sunshine. It was still, unusually so for this time of
day. No birds chirping or rabbits skipping over the meadows. "Eerie". She shrugged and went to switch the television on as she made the
She froze as the picture came on and the voice boomed into the room. The midday newscaster was highly agitated as he spluttered out his lines. Sarah
listened and watched intently, trying to grasp exactly what she was hearing.
"I repeat, New Zealand has been totally destroyed by a massive volcanic eruption and numerous deathly shockwaves that have caused the island
country to sub duct between two tectonic plates."
"No, thought Sarah and shook her head, this cannot be happening and leaned forward to hear more.
The newscaster continued, Sarah's face and body was beginning to register the horror and enormity of what she was hearing. A chain reaction had
occurred along the Pacific plate, starting with deep quakes registering in the New Guinea region and after a period of calm it seemed all hell had
broken loose. Volcanoes spewing molten lava had suddenly sprung up along the pacific plate edges where it intersected with smaller plates, instantly
creating new islands where none had previously existed. The stresses caused from the plates shift had caused quakes all over the planet at it's
weakest spots, culminating in a massive horizontal slide of two plates intersecting south of new Zealand.
Shakily while still listening to the newscaster Sarah ran and called Bailey inside, stopping a moment to reflect and observe the dark formations on
the horizon, they took on new meaning now, she thought as an ice cold chill ran up her spine.
She lived inland about 200 kilometres from the sea, on a mountain meadow, which seemed at the moment to be a safe spot as the newscaster began to
list the areas affected by the massive tsunami's that the series of seismic events had created. Her face fell as the television switched to footage
of a massive wall of churned up water barreling towards the Sydney Harbour Bridge, swallowing the Opera House, with just the peaks of the sails
visible as the water consumed everything in it's path.
What was happening here, she hugged Bailey to her chest, He seemed to sense something was wrong and he looked quizzically into her eyes, His own deep
blue eyes staring innocently and questioningly at her. "Mummy" he said and touched her face with his tiny warm hand. "What is making you sad".
Sarah choked and couldn't answer him, she kissed him, then held him tighter as the voice and images droned on and on through her senses. The
newscaster was fairly yelling now, his face was beet red as he told of the currently happening destruction of California. Ten minutes beforehand Mt St
Helens had exploded, blowing a nearly a kilometre off the top of her and spewing lava miles into the sky, the shocks had triggered the San Andreas
fault to give way in a reaction of quakes through to southern California, each measuring over 8.5 on the Richter scale.
The newscaster stopped as a hand came into camera view and passed him yet another sheet of paper. He frowned and sighed as he turned to face the
camera. It was almost with a dull monotone that he read from the latest item to hit the desk.
"Due to the massive series of seismic events along the pacific rim of fire, the earth has created such a wobble that it is now believed the moon
has been thrown erratically out of it's normal orbit around our planet. It seems that these events will continue and it is as yet unknown when the
events will subside. Emergency marshal law has been enacted all over the country. Please stay tuned for instruction bulletin to follow.
Suddenly the earth beneath Sarah's feet became unstable. She squealed loudly as she felt a rush of power come towards her. She felt like she was on
the edge of a high cliff, with a steam train rushing at her full steam, a roar rang in her ears as she ran to escape the confines of the house, Bailey
still held tightly against her chest. Sarah fell out of the front verandah and laid there as the Earth rendered, shook and screamed beneath her. The
air around her rushed and roared. Bailey started screaming, his voice blending in with the screams of the earth. The wrenching and tearing continued
as the sky darkened and a thick orange brown cloud filled the air. Inside the house the TV became silent, but the shaking continued, getting stronger
Sarah pulled Bailey closer and crawled away from the house as behind her the foundations of the 150 year old farmhouse tore away and the building
collapsed with a screech of torn metal. The ground tore apart in front of her and she stopped crawling and she watched in seemingly slow motion as the
garden she had tendered to so lovingly that morning slid away down into a pit that had appeared, swallowing it all in one long movement. Sarah
screamed now as on the distant mountain peaks, bright red rivers of molten lava appeared, bursting into the heavens like New Year’s fireworks
against the darkened skies.
Bailey stared transfixed as steam vents sizzled up in geysers and all around cracks appeared on the ground like a maze of spider webs over the area.
Trees were uprooted and crashed back down with an almighty wrenching sound
The roar was louder now, the shaking seemed to be building to a crescendo, a symphony of horror and Sarah found she could not move or make a sound and
then it happened. The crescendo peaked, there was a flash, a crack of sound, blinding colour and in that instant of agonizing pain Sarah called
Bailey’s name. Then there was nothing as an explosion ripped through the solar system and the Earth was no more.
[edit on 19-9-2005 by Mayet]
[edit on 19-9-2005 by Mayet]