• The Prophecy

    Chapter 1
    Rain Is Really A Lot Thicker Than You Would Think

    There is concrete, and only concrete. It stretches for miles and miles in every direction, probably never stopping. There is nothing on this big plain of concrete, and it is only me. Nobody else. I start walking. It is the only thing I can think of doing. I have been walking for who knows how long, and it begins to rain. It is just a light sprinkle, so I don’t freak out about it. But there is something that surprises me. The water level on the ground starts rising, as if I were in a bucket and not this humongous concrete area. I look at it for a while, stick out my tongue and catch a few drops, and move on.
    Then I notice something really weird. My feet are starting to drag as if they are really tired, but I don’t feel tired. I stop to catch a few more raindrops and then I keep going. After a few more minutes my feet are dragging more than ever, and so I stop to give them a little rest. I squat down and run my hand through the water on the ground, which is now three inches high. It is now that I realize my feet aren’t tired. It is the water, which is thick like syrup. Startled, I stand up and put my hand out. The water falling feels just like water, but once it hits the ground it thickens up.
    The water has risen a little more by the time I start up again. I have trudged along for a while when I trip on the water and fall into it. It is knee-deep and it feels like peanut butter. I struggle to pull myself up, but once I do I almost fall back down because I am so surprised. All the peanut butter stuff that I expect to be stuck all over me liquefies and drips off of me like regular water. That really freaks me out. I start to run, pulling my legs with my hands to try and make them go faster. The longer I try to keep myself moving, the more rain falls and the thicker it gets.
    I decide I have to come up with a plan. Maybe I can pull up my legs and walk on top of the quickly thickening stuff. I try it, but it doesn’t work. Right when I take my first step on the strange substance, it liquefies. I fall in, it thickens, and I am trapped in it again. I am lucky enough to land on my feet, because I won’t know what to do if my head goes under. Completely terrified, I try to continue moving. But the stuff is as thick as fudge. Finally, I decide to give my poor legs a rest. I sit down on the stuff, and after a while begin to sink into it. It feels so good, like an easy chair. I lay back a little and think…then it occurs to me that if I keep settling into this, I will go all the way under and be trapped.
    I quickly get up, and then completely regret sitting down at all. It is as thick as candle wax. Cold candle wax. It is up to my stomach. I use my hands to try and dig through the stuff, but once I pick it up, it liquefies and falls. Joy. I’m stuck in this place with no one else, I can’t move, and my arms are trapped now, the water almost to my neck. I stand and struggle; what else can I do? I can tunnel through it like a ground hog…or not. It’s now to thick to do that. It’s completely solid.
    Now I can’t do a single thing about my situation. It is pouring, and it has already covered my mouth. I can barely breath through my nose. And I know that in a few more drops I won’t be able to breath at all. Eventually, the rain comes close to my eyes. I squeeze them shut tight so that when they do go under it will not hurt so much. I am extremely uncomfortable because I can’t breathe. Suddenly, a thought comes to me. I hadn’t been thinking much about anything because I was so scared, but now I realize that it’s only a matter of seconds until my two minutes are up. And then it’s over. Deep in thought, I relax my body as the water seals shut over my head.
    I feel the water close up and become rigid and frightened again. Why must my thoughts not stay with me? My muscles struggle in an attempt to thrash around wildly, and numerous things run through my head. Some are objects. Not very significant objects, just random ones. Things like bicycles, candles, articles of clothing, things like that. They keep zooming around faster and faster and more of them keep coming. Suddenly, sounds join in. People’s voices, car honks, crashes and screams. Laughter, hurried feet, cats’ meows, running water. Everything starts out one at a time and slow, but start to swirl in together. As I weakly squirm one last time and colors, noises, and everything else spin around rapidly in my head, I feel my body go limp and a hand touches lightly to my back…