It was once said that from the ashes of humanity there would arise a new flame. Widely believed among speculators was the idea that this flame would burn twice as bright as its predecessor. A new being to reign over all others. All survivors...
Apocalypse is a conception that never fails to shake those awake to hear of such terrors. It's mere mention has the capability to send shivers down spines, have goosebumps suddenly arise from even the thickest of hides, and then some.
Long ago, on the axis of a thick darkness, a flame was inexplicably spawned from amidst thin air. In the blink of an eye the flame was ubiquitous, and not on a regional scale, rather global. Unoccupied spaces were swept aside by a flame bearing temperatures that could easily rival that of lava...
...to be continued
P.S.
Therein lies the first three paragraphs of what will be the prologue of, perhaps, a long short-story, or even a novella (I'm disorganized at best, and rarely outline as much as I should, so I'm not too certain yet).
Moreover, I'd appreciate if someone could help critique the first three.
Things to note:
1) How gripping was the excerpt. Did it treble-hook you, line and sinker?
2) How interesting did you find the subject matter to be? Extremely? Moderately? Mildly, at best?
3) Do you have any suggestions? Any whatsoever? I assure all that every reply, suggestion, what have you, will be taken into thorough consideration.
F.N.
I just want to thank everyone who replies in advance, and will likely do so again later, should there actually be any replies. Anyway, I'm out. L8