The Annihilation Of Imagination (Opening

No one saw it approaching; not a soul in the world could have been able to prepare for the events to come. How could they when there is nothing documented about such events? There are the few who knew, only a handful to be exact, but they all have been locked away because of their ramblings of insanity. Believing them would have caused more panic, so what was done was to benefit the world, in reality, it made it worse. If only they listened, if only they paid attention to the hidden meanings within what they believed to be madness. There’s no way of knowing that it would have stopped it, but there is the hanging thought that maybe if they were prepared, more would have survived.

On a small suburban street, where all the houses resemble one another, where the cars parked in driveways are various shades of black, grey and white, a tiny man walks. He is small, though not as one would picture. His head is well proportioned to his skeletal form. A mere two feet in height, to be exact, with long thin fingers that seems to bend at the oddest angles. His deep black and beady eyes scan each house as if he can penetrate the brick. In reality, though no one would actually be able to confirm this, his eyes were seeing directly into the homes of naïve people, not searching for anything in particular, he was observing, just as we do at the zoo.

His eyes locked on a house where a child was running up and down the stairs, screaming at the top of his lungs. The little man hissed in the direction of the house and as he did, a narrow black tongue shot out of his mouth, whipping from side to side. As soon as his tongue was pulled safely back into his thin mouth, the house with the screaming child began to shake vigorously. He watched with anticipation as the people within scattered about, trying to get a hold of one another. The little man laughed, not a laugh anyone has ever heard before, because this laugh caused the house that was shaking to fall. In one quick instant, the house was no longer and the people within were annihilated, just like that.

A few lights in the other homes turned on as curiosity got the better of them. People began emerging from their comforts to see what the loud noise was and in the moment the fallen house was discovered, a horrific roar was heard just beyond the light of the streetlamps. No one moved a muscle. The ones who had come out into the street stopped still, searching with their eyes but not wanting to move.

No one noticed the little man in the street, who clearly was not a man at all. He watched them all with satisfaction. This was only the beginning to their ending. This was their time for annihilation, and clearly, there was nothing they could do about it.

August 23 2011, Suburban Street destroyed by Unknown Threat

It is unclear to how this catastrophe began at this time. There are no clues to how a street of thirteen homes could be demolished within the night. No witnesses have stepped forward at this time. If anyone has any information on this horrible tragedy, please call the police investigation line listed at the bottom of this article.

All the local newspapers printed the same article. Nothing was known, so nothing could be said. Some journalist wanted to make something up, blaming it on terrorists or at least blaming someone, but that was impossible. Blaming someone who was not at fault would cause more problems than anyone wanted. Two days after the destruction, the army landed and marched through the ruins. No survivors, no signs of anything of than death, no one on the street was a political figure, nor were anyone of any importance to cause such a horrible catastrophe.

Families of the Tragedy, in alphabetical order:

Appleton, Thomas (43) and Hannah (41)
Caulfield, Barbara (52) and kids, Lucas (18), Marty (16) and Beth (15).
Colm, Liam (34) and Siobhan (30) and kids Reign (4) and Isla (1)
Devlin, Samuel (81) and Rose (78)
Engle, Martin (54) and Joan (56) and child Benjamin (17)
Faraday, Kevin (44)
Hills, Courtney (37) and kids Amelia (12) and Natalie (8)
McCurry, Robert (49) and Julia (40) and child Matthew (9)
Newton, Donna (25) and Lidia (20)
Peterson, Joaquin (66) and Penelope (59)
Rake, Camille (33) and kids Holland (6) and Siena (3)
Sing, Winston (32) and Vera (31) and child Fred (2)
Wallace, Hans (56)

The list of names was printed exactly one week after the tragedy. The army searched the entire surrounding area and found nothing. There were no signs of illegal activity, no signs of a trigger, nothing at all for them to continue.

Loved ones of the deceased held a memorial and marched through the ruins with burning white candles. The army watched on in case a second attack came, but the night went on in sadness, though the sight of the candles marching through the dark was something to see. Viewers across the nations watched on as television crews filmed the moment for all to see. Everyone who watched felt a connection to those on screen; the sadness was contagious and soon some were even weeping at the tragic and sudden deaths of thirty-three people on the quiet suburban street in Maine.

On this very night, when many eyes were locked on their televisions, on a similar suburban street in Ontario, Canada, a tiny little shadow emerges from the darkness.