The walk
The sun was shining, the grass was dry, perfect for a stroll in the park, no need for hats or coats. We crossed the bridge and followed the stream down towards the lake. The sky darkened, black clouds covered the sun, the wind sharpened and froze our skin. Rain hammered down, fast, and dense. Visibility was nil and senses confused. We slithered and stumbled down to the lake. The water boiled, the ground rose and fell, opened up to natures hell. The shockwave passed, the buildings fell, our walk saved us from what killed the others.
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Peter Rose
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The nature of reality. I stood alone on the edge; then the world changed, and reality fled, what was knowing became doubt, what was certainty became unclear. my problem was not knowing, My mind was blank, and my muscles relaxed, just as I was taught. Then knowing flowed and the edge receded. Clarity and certainty followed the knowing I awoke and found my journey done. The robot surgeon said I was cured, now obedience was my creed. All is well with the world, and I believe every word.
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I really like It! Was it the apocalypse?