story for english homework :-)
The city lay in ruins.
Broken glass glittered in the streets like fallen stars, and smoke curled lazily from the skeletons of buildings. Somewhere in the distance, a single car alarm wailed, stubbornly clinging to its duty in a world that no longer cared, or needed its service.
Rubble spilled across the cracked streets, and weeds forced their way through broken asphalt. A single deer gingerly stepped through the broken world, the only sign of life apart from the ragged spikes of moss and hay.
It remembered the days when the air was thick with the smell of bread and the hum of human voices rolled like distant thunder through the streets. It has never been near the tall, jagged peaks of stone and steel and glass, the ones that glimmer and shine at night as light peaked out of the thousands of gaping spaces, like broken eyes.
As the moon rose, the city blinked awake, and light illuminated everything. In those markets, humanity thrived, living to routine and delusion. Closing down shops, going home from work. To them, it was just another regular moment.
Until it wasn’t, and none of them ever saw each other again.
It had come without warning, when the ground rumbled and shook, dust and smoke spewed and the pavement sagged into a jagged scar, as though the earth itself had clenched and torn apart.
In the dark, you wouldn’t even realise the end of your life is nearing. You wouldn’t even realise a splintered scar creeping up on you from behind, as dirt fell away into the bleeding gash. You wouldn’t even realise until everything solid underneath you gave way, and you fell into the darkness.
Falling shadows cut through the clouds. They arced across the sky in a trail of fire, like a trail of stars falling from heaven.
Then it descended. Plummeting towards the already broken ground, and all existence seemed to freeze as it hit the earth, succumbing to the flames that had engulfed the area.
The air reeked of scorched, burning metal. The skyscrapers lay, crumpled, a mess of steel and stone and glass. The world was covered with the lingering haze of ash, like a mist curtain hiding the horrors of humanity.
Somewhere not far away, the deer, once fit and strong, was now merely a cage of bones.
The world watched silently as the last deer, last sign of life, slumped towards the ground.
It wilted into the ash, a shape once alive now slack and still.
The world was a survivor, but now empty forever.