This week with my powerful word choice I chose to stick
along the fear theme and went with Apocalypse. Apocalypse is the complete final
destructions of our world or an event that is so damaging that there is no way
to recover from it. The definition alone tell you why it a word that strikes
fear when you hear it.
Wasn’t sure which way to go with the rest of this post so I
spent a few minutes debating and then realized I wanted to try a new approach.
So, I’m going to write a short little scene that incorporates the word or
definition.
* * * The scene is
unedited* * *
Reporters Are Right
Sammy sat on the hood of his car, with his long arms wound
around Ariel. They stared up at the starless sky and watched for the unknown.
Every newspaper reporter and television journalist had been harping on the
upcoming event that was sure to be the end of the world, the one true
Apocalypse. Sammy doubted it. There’d already been six other invasions of sorts
that should have ended our world, as we know it, and the sun still rose each
morning, the wind still blew, the skyscrapers still stood, and the traffic
still blared down the highways racing to their next day of work.
“You still don’t believe do you?” Ariel ran a hand up his
arm.
He shook his head no. There wasn’t reason to lie to the
woman who owned his heart for the last ten years, just because she believed
that tomorrow would never come.
“What would you say if I could prove to you that this time
the world will come to an end?” Ariel wiggled closer to him.
“How so?” Sammy asked, playing along with his woman.
“I know, because I’ve been sent here to aid in the downfall
of this world.” Ariel’s body began to shimmer a dull greenish light and he
voice became rough and scratchy sounding. “There’s a total of six people going
to survive the invasion of my people.”
Sammy sat there like an idiot as Ariel spoke and glowed a
funky color. He should’ve been running and screaming. No, he should’ve been
demanding to know who was going to survive. He did neither. He sat there and
watched and waited. Either his end would come or his woman would spare his
life. Either way, the reporters finally got it right. The Apocalypse had
arrived. Damn, his brother was so going to rub this in his face if they
survived.
* * * End of Scene * * *
Hope you enjoyed this week’s Powerful Word post. The rest of
the post including Powerful Words will include a short, unedited, scene as
well.
Have a great week and remember,
Let your imagination soar when you read and/or write.
Julia Matthews
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