T.W North
Swordsman
- 105
- Posts
- 19
- Years
- Age 32
- None of your beeswax.
- Seen Dec 5, 2004
Authors note: This is a one-shot. Its set in the modern world except that it has different places and it may be a bit exagerrated.
A busy day in the city, people milling everywhere, the beach clogged with sunbathers and surfers. A constant noise was everywhere you turned your head. Animal?s, traffic or people. Everywhere, everything was doing something at this peak hour.
Marco walked slowly down a paved path that wound down next to the beach, just above a wall. He took in everything around him, as he usually did. One woman was roller-skating while walking her dog, while another man was meditating in a park near enough the beach.
Everywhere, everything seemed to be its usual self. But something wasn?t quite right. There seemed to be a soft rumbling sound in the distance, a sound that most people would take as just being drilling, but Marco wasn?t so sure.
It seemed that at every second the sound was getting ever so slightly louder. Frowning, Marco looked out at sea and to his growing horror saw a small line of foam on the horizon. The instant he saw it, he realised what it was. He realised that everywhere everything would change.
As the foam line gradually became bigger, some people noticed it. It was quite obvious which people had seen it as they were standing stock still, staring soundlessly out to sea. As more and more people saw this, they too looked out to sea and saw the same thing; a gigantic wave making its way to the city shore. The city went silent. Not a sound was heard above the rumbling of the wave.
Soon, soon, the wave would be upon them. Some people started to scream and run away from the beach. Others stayed as still as stone, mouths open and staring. Everywhere everything knew what this wave was, a tsunami heading directly for the shores of Rapshach City, the capital city of the world almost.
As the huge wave neared the shore, many foolish surfers dived into the silent waters, while many others cried and turned tail. Suddenly the city was alive once again, but not in the same way as before. Thousands upon thousands of people ran for their lives. Not one bothered to get in a car as too many people crowded the streets. Only a few people were left by the silent beach and Marco was one of them as was the meditator in the park.
The surfers who had gone out to meet the wave were the first to drown, not including the sailors out in the open water. They stood up as one only to disappear into the towering wave. Not one had the chance to turn and ride the waters. As the tsunami hit the shore, it showed no signs of breaking.
First the beach was covered and Marco engulfed without a sound from his open mouth. Buildings fell and roads disappeared. No citizen escaped the never-ending mouth of the wave. In minutes the city had been absorbed. Yet the wave just kept on going. It stretched for miles in diameter and height. It only broke once it had reached the desert that was more than 100 miles inland.
Everywhere everything was affected. Everywhere everything suffered. Everywhere everything mourned. Everywhere everything?
Everywhere, everything.
A busy day in the city, people milling everywhere, the beach clogged with sunbathers and surfers. A constant noise was everywhere you turned your head. Animal?s, traffic or people. Everywhere, everything was doing something at this peak hour.
Marco walked slowly down a paved path that wound down next to the beach, just above a wall. He took in everything around him, as he usually did. One woman was roller-skating while walking her dog, while another man was meditating in a park near enough the beach.
Everywhere, everything seemed to be its usual self. But something wasn?t quite right. There seemed to be a soft rumbling sound in the distance, a sound that most people would take as just being drilling, but Marco wasn?t so sure.
It seemed that at every second the sound was getting ever so slightly louder. Frowning, Marco looked out at sea and to his growing horror saw a small line of foam on the horizon. The instant he saw it, he realised what it was. He realised that everywhere everything would change.
As the foam line gradually became bigger, some people noticed it. It was quite obvious which people had seen it as they were standing stock still, staring soundlessly out to sea. As more and more people saw this, they too looked out to sea and saw the same thing; a gigantic wave making its way to the city shore. The city went silent. Not a sound was heard above the rumbling of the wave.
Soon, soon, the wave would be upon them. Some people started to scream and run away from the beach. Others stayed as still as stone, mouths open and staring. Everywhere everything knew what this wave was, a tsunami heading directly for the shores of Rapshach City, the capital city of the world almost.
As the huge wave neared the shore, many foolish surfers dived into the silent waters, while many others cried and turned tail. Suddenly the city was alive once again, but not in the same way as before. Thousands upon thousands of people ran for their lives. Not one bothered to get in a car as too many people crowded the streets. Only a few people were left by the silent beach and Marco was one of them as was the meditator in the park.
The surfers who had gone out to meet the wave were the first to drown, not including the sailors out in the open water. They stood up as one only to disappear into the towering wave. Not one had the chance to turn and ride the waters. As the tsunami hit the shore, it showed no signs of breaking.
First the beach was covered and Marco engulfed without a sound from his open mouth. Buildings fell and roads disappeared. No citizen escaped the never-ending mouth of the wave. In minutes the city had been absorbed. Yet the wave just kept on going. It stretched for miles in diameter and height. It only broke once it had reached the desert that was more than 100 miles inland.
Everywhere everything was affected. Everywhere everything suffered. Everywhere everything mourned. Everywhere everything?