Today when John woke up, he had a feeling of dread. His father was still along him to take care of the house but this was the first time he was alone in it. All he had to do was make sure the light was on till morning then switch it off. That and answer the door. “Let’s do this” John said as he climbed the latter to the top. When he climbed up he saw nice, slow, calming waves below. He saw a few ships in the horizon, fishers probably. The sun started to lower along intricate colors fill the sky. The fade of orange and pink swirled in the sky. The night was now.
The ship from before was still there bouncing in the waves of the sea. The sea was not a clean sea, trash was seen even from the light house that was miles away. “What is he doing out there?” Mumbled John to himself as he flashes the light on. It was getting so dark the only way to see was from the blinding light. Soon another ship came from the horizon, heading to the fishing ship. John shinind the light at the upcoming ship. Then the light went off. “What the hell?!” Asked John checking the light. It didn’t take long for the light to go back on. However now there was only one ship.
The world was dark full of dust like a old picture left hanging, forgoten. With the world in darkness crime was also through the roof, threatening everyone who made the wrong move. There were people still in power. Other then the government and mob, there were still BulbRed. ————————————-Pupper POV———————— The lights are still counteracting each other, but the smells of fear were growing. The sounds of humans were much quieter then they were before. If I could understand what they are saying and speak the way they speak, I would ask not why are things different. I would ask for a treat for the smallest amount of comfort.
When the trees have died, so does all the rest of humanity. Slowly, slowly and slower still does the rest of essentials burn out. That was what it was like before. However the trees had not died first, but last. And so when the trees died it acts as a final stand. The final stand of our lifetime.
After the trees all fall the earth would explode.
And the same way a star is born would a new earth be. And the records of the past would be unknown.
As the thunder boomed high in the sky, the rain thundered down onto the creeky porch. I was staring out into the rain from inside. We were staying in my cousins house when he was gone, we were housesitting. Usually events like this were uncommon, specially for Jorge. We just had to feed the dogs and gecko. That was it. But of course, live was not that easy. On one afternoon, I woke up from my bed to see the name Barthalamu, Barthalamu, Barthalamu. It was written all over the walls or in a better way of putting it, clawed. And yet my cousin never mentioned him. When I go to take a picture of it the words weren’t on the camera and nor were they on the wall anymore. “Ding Dong” goes the door bell I was the one who opened the door to see a tall, dark pale grandma arching over me. “Can I help you?” I ask her Before she can respond I hear “John, who are you talking to?” From my mother behind me, standing in the hallway behind the door. I look back at mother, then at the grandma, how can mother not see her? In that moment two things were in my mind, one was why can’t mother see her and two, was were was this old lady’s shadow?
When something went wrong in the past, you would soon forget about it or move on. That’s what I was taught back in school and by the therapist I once had. But how do I forget all my friends and family getting me killed and them as well. How do I forget the people once pertecting us, now slowly destroying us . And though I remember it as well as a boy would remember to ride a bike, everyone that I swore was with me forgets. That or perhaps lying to me.
The people protecting us were the Yellonreo’s. A military who kept people like us in the sky, far away from the dying earth. In least that what they did but why does everyone forget, like it never happened. Is the whole world lying to me? And am I alone?
“Inside Venus enterprise” I say along with “Exactly where you told me it wouldn’t be” It was hard to make out his face behind his mask, but that little lying scum was probably scared “They said they moved it, you can’t blame this on me” “But that’s exactly who I am blaming this on” He seemed liked he was scared, fidgeting his hands under the table. “You lied Tommy” and at that, I shot him so he lied there dead as a doornail. And that was what I did in Europe.
Whenever the town would mention Hank, it was in the same tone as a old tale. They never mentioned him in normal conversation and I know knew why.
It was a chilly day in October. I was walking down Hamlin Street as I do on Halloween. I was wearing a skeleton costume that could be almost invisible in the cloak of night. My bucket was a quarter of the way full, as it always was on Halloween. I lived in a small, and poor neighborhood. I had walked to every house with the light on. All but one house. The house of the young man who had just gotten out of college. Hank’s house. As I walked up to his house, his light turned off. His light was the only light source of the front porch. Yet even though the light was off, I knocked on it. The light was off yet the door swung open. “The light was off” he whispered to me “But it was on, you just turned it off” I say back to him, he then tried to close the door on me and before he did, I heard a slight thump near his closet nearby. A thump from an animal or a person. Behind the door I heard “All I wanted was a lazy Sunday but now I have to kill you, and the boy waiting right outside the door”
The party was still, from every drink to every person. Everything but a woman standing on the other side of the room. She was a small thin woman wearing a cloak way to big for her as she walked, slowly around the frozen room. “Your one of us aren’t you?” She asked in a curious voice. “One of who?” Mark asked as he watched her go over to the table where the popular kids were playing blackjack. “Red shirts winning” The woman then said, lighting the tone. Or trying to. “Who am I?” Mark asked, his head twirling around so fast he almost fell over. “You, are a Timekeeper” She said, then removing her hood said “And I am the one that took your memory” That face was not familiar to him yet his brain knew that face. Then a memory came through, a memory that looked fake yet seeing her here, meant it was real. “You were there the night Stan Keith died” Mark slowly said “I was” She said back, still in a unfriendly tone. Stan Keith was a former scientist who had tryed to help Mark control his power, only to die four days later under unknown circumstances. “I’ve done this forty times, for once can you just unfreeze time” She asked. “How do I do that?” Mark then asked Silence was deafening. Till she finally said “I guess I have to kill you, it’s the only to end this.”
