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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: End Times (02/27/14)

TITLE: Chaos
By Sandra Hartman



The people that dwell in darkness are blinded by the light.

“Don’t forget the End Times party tonight,” Nicolas called as he hurried out the door.

“I won’t, Julie replied.

In the kitchen the TV was announcing, “Get your End Times Discount Today!”

End Times sales were everywhere since the prophecy of the Seven Prophets had been made known seven months ago. It would happen tonight at midnight.

The news announcer was talking to two people—A man and a woman—The man was describing what the book of Revelation, in the Bible, predicted would happen at the end of time. The woman was shaking her head, “We all know that the Bible is just a book of ancient manuscripts that can’t be categorized as truth.”

It was a warm Autumn day, so Julie decided to walk to work.

On the corner, a man was holding an End Times sign and shouting—“ Are you ready to meet God?”

Julie shook her head, even as she wondered the answer to that question.

Hadn’t people predicted the End of Time before?

As she walked down to her cublicle in her office; she passed a couple people at the water cooler.

“Yeah, Jeff’s not coming in today,” Fred was saying, ‘he put together his survivalist gear, and he’s taking his family up to the mountains to their stronghold to ride this out.”

“I wish I’d stayed home,” said Courtney, “I have a headache from all this End Times talk, Five times last night I answered the door to people wanting to know if I’m going to heaven. Honestly I have to get my super on these people.

Julie sat down in her chair and booted up her computer. She had a load of typing to do today. Since she and Nick were attending the End Times party out at the Breakers; she’d taken tomorrow off.

“Hey Julie,” it was Greg whose cubicle was next to hers, “they have a half off End Times Bake Sate in the lunch room. They have cross shaped brownies, divinity fudge, and cheese quake!”

At lunch time the big screen TV in the break room was announcing the End Times concert in the town square.

Julie though of her best friend Cassie who was now enjoying a cruise in the Caribbean courtesy of End Times ticket sales.

She would loved to have went; but Nick was set on attending this VIP party tonight.

Julie wondered idly what people would be doing tomorrow when all the excitement was over and it was just another day. That is if it was just another day. What if the Rapture really happened at midnight and the Tribulation began? Having seen Mark of the Beast, she shuddered at the thought.

‘Maybe--: she started to think—but then Karen walked in—“Don’t you love all this excitement? It’s like a holiday!”

Later as Julie and Nick dressed for the party she asked, “Nick, what if what they say is true?”

‘Oh come on babe don’t believe all that hocus pocus. We are going to have one hot time tonight.”

It was as they were passing the church that she asked to stop.

“Really babe?”

“Just for a minute, I mean if the world’s going to end, shouldn’t I pray or something?”

‘Okay, but make it quick.”

She entered the church, surprised to see that only the first two rows were occupied by gray haired people in an attitude of prayer.

The minister approached.

‘Where is everybody?” she asked.

‘They’ve gone to talk to their friends and relatives about receiving Jesus. Have you met the Savior?”

‘I don’t think so---

“Then you must. Some people believe this will be your last chance to be saved.”

“I –I don’t know what that means. I’d better go.”

“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you shall be saved,” he called after her.

The party was hopping when they got there and, after a few drinks, Julie felt more relaxed; but every time she glanced towards the clock and saw the hands approaching the hour she shuddered.

They were outside on the deck watching the fireworks when all of a sudden there was the sound of The Shofar. It echoed down the streets and around the corners. It filled the harbor. Then a huge bang struck, throwing them to their knees as the earth began to quake----And Julie began to pray.

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Judith Gayle Smith03/06/14
This is captivating. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you for writing such an engrossing piece . . .
CD Swanson 03/08/14
A well written entry that was spot on topic.

Nicely done.

God bless~