Dangerous Beauty

This is for a writing contest I entered - the first paragraph was already written for us by (Angela Pecha - Co-Founder - bettrtogethr.com) as the beginning of our poem, short story or whatever we chose to write.

“It wasn’t unbelievable or “out there” in any sense; we knew exactly what was happening and why. We anticipated the time and place; who would be there to receive and who would post on watch. What we did not anticipate was what happened next.”

This is one of the stories that evolved from the given beginning paragraph.

There is a beautiful light show filling the dark night sky, giving a spectacular display of fireworks in the distance. It must be a new kind of fireworks, because this show is minus the normal sounds of blasting or explosions. Red bands twisting, intertwining amongst ribbons of blue, green, purple and yellow/gold. The colours are dancing and moving in amongst each other.

We walk toward the dancing mixture of coloured ribbons, wanting to see more, get closer and dance with the lights. We chatter with excitement as we walk and skip toward the beautiful display of dancing coloured lights. We still wonder and ask, “Why don’t we hear the blasts normally associated with fireworks”? The closer we get the brighter and more vivid the lights become.

All of a sudden, we hear the startling noises of extremely loud horn blasts coming from above the dancing lights. We feel something wet and sticky splash onto our faces, hands and bare legs. I feel something heavier than rain, land on the top of my head and as I reach to remove it from the top of my head, I trip over something large lying on the ground and fall into a puddle of the sticky liquid. As I am getting up, I ask my friend to turn on his flashlight, so we can see what I tripped over, what kind of rain is coming down and what is in this puddle. Just then, a white ribbon of light flashes past us and we see a horrific site. Dead bodies lying all around us, the puddles are pools of blood formed from the rainfall of blood coming from the sky.

We then see giant metal machines coming out of the trees in the distance. Bright white lights (spot lights) shining down to the ground. We see bodies as they rise up into the air. Whether the bodies are dead or alive we do not know, but we do know, we have to get out of here and quick, before we are killed, lifted into the bellies of these giant machines and our blood is spilled like rain. We both agree that standing up and running right now would be a futile task as there are so many bodies around us, so we decide to use the bright white light as a guide and crawl over and around the bodies lying on the ground. This way we might be less visible to the metallic creatures than by getting up and trying to run.

One of the swaths of light passes directly to the right of us which causes us both to drop down to lay flat on the ground. The light has opened a path and shown us a clump of trees a short distance from us. We decide it is time to risk getting up and running to that clump of trees. We do, we make it and we feel safe in the cover of trees.

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