In another world, it was the apocalypse.

Somewhere, somewhen, we didn't make it.


It happened suddenly.

It happened quietly.

But it happened.


We found a way to carry on.


Our home is now nothing more than a creative memory.

Here, no one knew the better.

Things went on in the same exact way.

And it will keep heading this way until *something* changes.


But back home, everything is gone.

Like it never existed.

In fact, it never did.


Beyond the reach of time and space.

Whatever is left of it, if anything, is forever doomed to darkness.

It is a sorrowful sight.

No hope. No joy. No laughs.

No love...

None to be found anywhere.


In an instant, everything changed.

From light to dark.


But here, all went on as always.


Will it happen here?

I'd say it's only a matter of time.


Then again, who knows!?


We might just find a way.

Love finds a way.

Always.

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

Nice style of writing!

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

I appreciate your understandings about the power and force of love.

Thank you.

Love can conquer all,

but will it?

That depends on us.

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

That was a good read, hope it was a warm up for the story writing comp?

Love rejoices with the truth
1Cor13

They preferred lies over the truth of God Rom1

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

That was an elegant bit of prose, imo. I really liked your story. It resonated as a dystopian occurrence and that is in my wheelhouse also. Well Done!!!!!