The sound of water, its journey over ragged rocks and through the grooves of the earth plays a symphony for the ear. Ravishing, is it not? The chaos it causes when 'misplaced', washing over the remnants of an arrogant humanity. It knows no better, only governed by Mother Nature and her rules. There is no need to be astonished. Water is predictable and when respected, its soothing song echoes in dry ears.

Alex was ravishing all the food like a starving man. Well, he was. He stopped eating and made a beeline for the bin.

“Why hadn’t we thought of this?” Jack questioned.

“Because someone,” then all the chaos unfolded but all that Alex did was stand in the corner looking astonished.

Ravishing, The way shadows curl Around the edges of the room, As if beauty itself had birthed them, Aching to caress What cannot be held. A stolen light flickers, Faint and gasping, Its glow swallowed By the void it sought to repel.

Chaos hums in the stillness, An invisible storm Tearing at the seams of silence. Each breath fractures into shards, Piercing the fragile air, Bleeding secrets no one dares to name.

Astonished, The mirror stares back, Its surface cracked with truths That I cannot unsee. The reflection is not mine, But it whispers as if it knows me, A voice like splintered glass: “Do you understand what you’ve become?”

Nothing was like it. You used to look outside and see children happy and smiling and parents enjoying themselves and ravishing people walking around amazing others. Now everything is in chaos, you walk outside and nothing is the same. I woke up one morning and I was astonished at what I saw. People dying and the world crumbling. But I ask, what caused this, where did it all go wrong?

She looked ravishing.

There was no other word for the woman poised at the top of the sweeping staircase.

No, that is not true. Ravishing and scared.

As she looked at the swirling assembly of guests in the grand foyer, she nearly lost her nerve. The chaos of the dancers drove her back into the shadows.

Guessing at her indecision, he strode up the stairs, capturing her astonished eyes in his purposeful gaze.

“Madame,” he said as if they had not known one another since they were weaned. “Good evening. May I say, that you look exquisite.”

“Good evening, sir,” she replied. “I am sure it is most inappropriate for you to say so, but I am grateful. Trading blue for black is more difficult than I supposed.”

“The blue only accents the depths of your eyes.

“Now, shall we?” he said exending his arm.

She accepted and smiled. “Merci.”

In 1610 a new disease plagued the soil. Originating in South Africa, it was quickly spreading. Scientists scrambled to try to understand the cause of the blight that was ravishing the area. Young plants were stronger and larger than before, but turned yellow and died before they could have any yield. Affected towns were in chaos, desperate to save the food stores from looters.

Amidst all the fear and panic was one small girl, curiously playing with a doomed plant sprout. Nobody was paying attention to her peeling the tightly curled outer leaves. The sap burned the little cuts on her fingers, but not enough to stop her from digging her nails into the plant and peeling back another layer.

“Sienna”

The girl turned around, hearing her name but nobody was there.

“Sienna”

Staring at the clawed up plant, astonished, the voice was from the ground underneath her.

A violent surge of electric channeled his veins like a lion clung to its pray ravishing all that is laid bare. The power so immense it crushes and levitates the surface his feet stand upon, with great force and gravitus he launches a full assault against his enemy. Chaos ensues as a red glow emits from his eyes as if hell had consumed & birthed a physical body in all of it essence. Onlookers astonished by the energy that cascaded off structures surrounding this epic battle of might, almost pushing its audience away from their seats as they witness the final moments.

Then within an instance there is silence. The opponent laid slain, decapitated, body parts severed and sizzling as muscle fibres break down like lava consuming any foreign substance it touches. This demon stands with its back to the crowd as ancient alien symbols glow from its back, heeding a warning to those present.

"Ravishing!" The creature with the springy white hair and paint-splattered apron set down his brush, his eyes taking on the glinting green cast of the inspired and the mad. I did not want to look at what he had made. I certainly did not want to look at him, so I let my eyes rove over the chaos of his studio. "Studio" is a term that implies a scholarly order, rather than the cacophony of colors and palette knives and mercifully taxidermied animal subjects stacked in swaying piles. I had a vague terror of my own head on one of those mounts, and must have flinched a little because he said, "Look." Before I could persuade him to stop, he had turned the canvas and I met, astonished, my own eyes.

She looked absolutely ravishing.

Hidden away in a darkened alcove, brown eyes watched intently as the woman in blue danced and weaved her way through the chaos of the ballroom. it was a formal event, for some charity. or another thats name he couldn’t remember. after all, he wasn’t there for the event anyways. in fact, he wasn’t actually meant to be there at all.

Or rather, he himself, didn’t actually have an invite.

However, Alexander Carson, did.

He should really make a point of remembering to set that poor man free later.

But business first.

He shifted his position.

Sipped his drink.

She really was pretty, and judging by the astonished looks shot her away by both men and women, he wasn’t the only one to think that.

It truly was a pity That he had been hired to kill her.

Moreover, That he was looking forward to it.

Her form-fitted dress looked ravishing on her as she approached the alter. Her lace vail laid beautifully behind her wavy platinum locks. She reached the officiant and I and smiled gently at us. I took her hand and we commenced the start of our vows.

Before the first word was even spoken, chaos ensued. An ear piercing scream shot through the chapel and guests began to flee, pushing and shoving their way to the door. I tried to make out what everyone was shouting and could conclude that there were definitely rats in the pews.

In all the mayhem, the hoard of rats came stampeding up to the alter, straight for my could-have-been bride. She belts out a scream and falls straight back, hitting her head on the officiant’s podium. I stood there, astonished at the events that unfolded before me and sigh…”I do.”