Armageddon 100 (A Bedtime Story)

         Dark, ravenous, wretched, and slim; the black beast terrorizes each home as if they were dried out blades of grass. Citizens run for safety or shelter, whatever comfort there is to go find. Stars hide behind clouds, pretending nothing has occurred.

         “Look out!” screamed Cheryl, ripping hair, gnashing teeth, crying tears, kneeling down on a concrete sidewalk.
         “You’re too late, old woman! Nothing can be done now…” an elderly officer shouted in regretful sorrow.
         “No! We shall fight!” retorted Tom. “Don’t give up! Man will win this war!”

         Insanity consumed their minds. Armageddon was upon them. Goodnight, son; sleep tight.