Tallest Tower

The New World began, and nothing would ever be the same again. Buildings crumbled around dirty streets as masses of bodies scrambled to get away from shattered rubble. Flaming equipment, all part of the massive framework which held together Old World’s lifestyle, rained down on its inhabitants. Everything imploded before their eyes, except for one structure. The tallest tower of Old World shook, wobbled, and jumped from its base, but stayed standing. A man slowly stood from the top of the tower, barely scuffed from the destruction. How did he get up there? people thought, as New World’s leader rose.

Calm Before, Calm Again

Gerry the giant perched on fallen trees drinking his tea. Calm before the storm, he thought, for he knew of the monsters’ anger with him. The evening grudgingly slipped by. Birds flitted to their nests, crickets roused up early songs as if in warning, and even plants seemed to brace themselves, pulling braches closer to their stems. Suddenly, the ground quivered from within and melted, drop by drop, with each shake. The forest sunk into a grassy soup as horrid moth creatures swam up, hooked Gerry’s leg, and dragged him back home. The teacup remained frozen, in solid forest ground.