anotherfirename

I balance the cell phone on my palm and stare down at the menu screen. It's the only artificial light source for miles at least, but since about an hour ago the stars have been shining brighter than ever and world has been lit up like everything's been touched by some sick divine illumination. To my right the lake lies still like nothing happened. It swallows everything up then acts like it never did. I wish I could find fault in that, but I can't. I'm just too used to it by now. It doesn't matter though. I check the phone. No messages, but that's depressingly typical. I dial the first number on the list in my mind, let it ring, and wait for

A sky of light And feeling of flight Bubbles rising That's not surprising Simple motions With grand emotions Followed by life And absence of strife Weightless, free Lost in the sea Being like an otter Then breathing underwater

You were brave, leading them Underground.

Cracks in the pavement. Like cartoon explosions radiating out across the city. I didn't think that the end of the world would be so slow. It all started with people going missing. At first no one really cared except for a handful of policemen and relatives. People go missing all the time here. Then we realized that this was happening all over the world, and we were all thrown into a panic of sorts. People standing on street corners with their cardboard signs. Conspiracy theorists on the noon-time news coverage. Tabloid magazines pushing their stories harder than ever. Then, as suddenly as it started, people stopped going missing. Media st