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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Outbreak (04/07/11)

TITLE: 'Neath the Cawing Crows
By Jim McWhinnie
04/12/11


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The crows caw in the now barren silence. The once verdant trees so filled life are now weathered ghosts of grey. The westward wind is but dust and the sky above has lost its virgin blue. I am the last of my kind, condemned to explore the world that remains, the vast, vast loneliness. I once was known by a name I have nearly forgotten. But now, I have adopted a more suitable name, a name I call myself. I am Ishmael, the last survivor of the war that could find no end.

We fought for noble causes, us and them. We sacrificed our young for principles we declared divine. In the beginning, the soldiers died one by one and we placed white granite tombstones in their memory. But the ones became the hundreds and the hundreds became the thousands. Then we began to fear that we might know defeat. So the guns became bombs and the bombs became missiles. And when those were all used up and gone, the man-made germs were called upon as last resort. And this, they proved to be - the last resort.

Once loosed into the air, these ungodly creatures evolved into monsters we could not contain. Like fire across a prairie, so the plague did scorch the children of the earth. Our germ warfare turned against our own; their germ warfare turned against their own. In our demonic desperation to kill each other, we kill ourselves.

By some tragic fate, I alone survived or so it seems. I have seen no other. But still I travel on, searching for the someone I pray is there, somewhere. For hell is not so much a burning place, I have come to know, but rather an empty, lonely place.


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/16/11
This is straight out of a nightmare I used to have often as a child. Born in themidst of the Cuban missile Crises and the Vietnam War I remember feeling afraid. After all Hell is the complete separation from God andyou showed this in a way many will understand Great writing
Verna Cole Mitchell 04/16/11
You have wonderful imagery in your cautionary tale.
David Story04/18/11
A sobering message. Well done.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/26/11
Congratulations on placing 9th in Masters and 12th overall.