Mare Serenitatis |
Note: The text below was written for the Virtual Writers' Word Scrimmage where you type as fast
as you can for 10 minutes with the aim of increasing your writing pace. The text below is the
result and only typos have been edited.
It’s the
end of the world, she announced looking majestic in the middle of the
cathedral. Everyone looked at one another in panic. How could it be the end of
the world? They simply couldn’t understand it. She continued, they will come
and destroy everything, every man, woman, animal, they will destroy the trees
and the fields and everything we consider dear and vital to our survival. But who
are they, someone asked in a high pitched voice. She looked at the man at the
back of the room. He was the trouble-maker, the man she had dreaded. You very
well know who they are, Thomas, they will come with their ships and robots and
kill everyone. But where are they from, insisted Thomas, after all it does not
seem that normal for them to choose us, yes, why us? Why not any other planet
on their path? Does it really matter, she asked? Does it matter that we will be
dead in less than a few days? Or should we just focus on the big picture here
and start planning a way to defend ourselves? Defend ourselves; a woman yelled
from the back of the room, how can we do that? She sneered, she had them, and
perhaps Thomas would not be a problem after all. Well, we can gather all the
food we can get a hold of and try to reactivate the shelters, remember, those
iron doors in the palace? The ones that are all rusted, asked Thomas, the ones
we cannot even open because if we do they will disintegrate themselves in our
hands? Thomas, she started, you are not helping, and you MUST work with us
here. Perhaps setting Thomas aside from all the rest would help her guide this
whole situation the way she wanted. We must work together and not create
issues. Thomas bowed his head. So be it, fair lady, so be it. I shall do as you
wish. And the crowd looked at him amazed. It was not like Thomas to give up so
easily. So, get all the food and water, and we will meet at the iron doors in
two days. Everyone shook their heads agreeing. She walked down from the
improvised stage. It was done. She got her bag and waited. She did not go to
the doors, she did not gather any food and water, and she didn’t need it. She
just looked at the paper she was holding and read that one single line over and
over again: We’ll be there tomorrow. And they would bring the money they
promised her, and they would take everyone to be their slaves, and she would be
done with that annoying little colony.
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