posted on Aug, 8 2009 @ 05:19 PM
I make my way toward the vintage couch that looks like it came out of a Betty Boop cartoon, but something stops me. I am frozen in place, unable to
summon the strength to push forward, yet I could move every limb above my waist just fine. "What the hell..?" I uttered quietly as I struggled to
lift my right leg; it hardly moved, as if I were stuck in a puddle of quicksand. Looking around, I try to figure out what was wrong with me, then
finally my strength returned with a hard tumble toward the floor. "God da-" My curse was drowned out by a loud crashing sound. Without thinking, I
rush upstairs to investigate.
When I reach my son’s bedroom door, I place my ear up to it for a reason unbeknownst to me; I listen for any sound, but I hear nothing. A cold
shiver crawled up my spine, an all too human chill. Fearing the worst, I open the door slowly, the sound of squeaky hinges echoing. I take a slight
peek into the room, only to find my boy curled into his covers, turned toward the window on the opposite side of the room. With a smile on my face, I
slowly close the door. The old door clicks, and my heart skips a beat. Now, I don’t believe in omens, but this was starting to worry me some.
I move slowly but surely down the stairs and into the living room where I had my little paralysis episode not minutes ago. With the crash still on my
mind, I move toward the closet, grab my winter coat and hat, and set off toward the front door. When I open it, I enter the threshold of a winter
wonderland; snow as far as the eye could see; blankets of white goodness covering every sidewalk, every lawn, and every road down my street. I take my
first step into the cold, white blanket with a crunch, closing the front door behind me. I slowly and wistfully make my way toward my pick-up truck,
so wondrously installed with a bumper shovel for navigating through the snowy chaos.
I finally make it into the chilling driver’s seat, mission accomplished right? Wrong. I still had to suffer through the wondrous excitement of
starting the damn thing up. With a whim and a prayer, I stick a rusty key into the ignition and turn it clockwise. The engine fights to start up, but
fails. That’s once. Again, I close my eyes and turn the key; the 1982 pistons rush to keep momentum, but never succeed. That’s twice. "Let’s
just hope the third time is my charm!" I turn the key one final time.
Success! The old hunk-of-junk started up with a thunderous roar. With all my excitement, I completely pushed out my worries prior to entering the
vehicle, but they soon would return. I turn the analog on the radio to the nighest AM station; I never was too fond of the FM radio with the damn
Hip-Hop music and its vulgar references to sex culture and drugs. I reach well-known news station, 1110 AM, a local current events talk show,
stationed in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
"..[static]..gerous situation, indee..[static].."
"C’mon!" I pound the dashboard impatiently in an attempt to savior the signal. That always seems to work out well.
"..[static]..there have been reports of temporary power surges throughout the Detroit Metropolitan area, as well as New York and
Washington...[static]..ts unknown if it is some sort of terrorist attack, but..[static].."
With a final pound on the dashboard, the signal completely went out. Without a second thought, I change gear into reverse, but the truck power
flickered as if it were running on a circuit in my house. The slight chill ran up my spine once more. Without understanding why, I avert my gaze from
my garage door to the digital clock I recently installed on the dashboard. It read ’11:10 PM.’ My heart began to race as my thoughts quickly
turned to my son, Gabriel. Once I looked up at his window, I saw he was looking out to me with a blank stare and his tiny right palm slowly sliding
down the glass. It seemed to last for minutes, but it was only a couple of seconds. Suddenly, a huge flash rushed from the sky, masking my view with
an intense white light. I didn’t have time to react. By the time I knew what happened, it turned completely black, and I had zero feeling
The time was 11:11 PM.
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No one saw it coming, there was no way they could. It happened so suddenly and ended so quickly, there was zero time to react. Still, I could remember
the searing pain of my flesh boiling which seemed to last for hours, but it was less than a split second. Then, it all ended. Billions of cries
silenced before they could utter out in agony. My son...my poor son, was the last image in my head. My only regret was that I wasn’t able to tell
him that he was the one whom saved my life when my wife died. Oh the irony.
Little did any of us know, there was a chaotic excitement going on somewhere in the universe; a powerful phenomenon called Gamma-ray burst, or GRB. It
is the result of an extremely energetic explosion in a distant star or galaxy. We have evaded them so many times in our planet’s past, but I guess
our time had come. And when it came, the lights when out in an instant.
[edit on 8-8-2009 by Bushido Kanji]