Untitled scifi stuff

Jun 20, 2008

I wrote this when I was in the tenth grade. I was reading a lot of Ray Bradbury back then.


Emptiness. The trees poked through centuries old forgotten buildings. The sun tied a thin gold strand of light through the holes in the skins of massive iron skeletons. The cars, the stores, everything was empty.
Twenty years ago the rapture took place. Men, women, children forgot to pack there bags. The end of the world was coming, they had no time. They boarded spaceships like Greyhound buses pointing towards heaven. Great fires scorched the earth as they set off to take there throne with god. They arrived in heaven to find it a desolate red planet full of disease and hunger. Within the first year half of them had died, twenty-five percent of them lived as normal a life as you could millions of miles from home, in an and alien world. The others rushed back to earth to kiss her neglected lips with the warm burn of rocket fuel.