Ponder This #1

[Neorthra]

So everyday for my english class, we have writing prompts to complete. My teacher gives me an unfinished thought and I have to finish it somehow. This is the first one:

There's a guy sitting on a bench reading a newspaper.....

Here's my response:
...during a war outside. Nothing but strife for miles and miles around the town of Ocean. It was bitterly cold; he could feel the grip of death around him in the air as breathed in its dry madness. The snow that fell seemed to make false tears on his face, for he had a look of melancholy but was not sad. Bam! He jumped, realizing that someone had been shot. He knew what was coming. The troops from the northeast finally came to conquer this hollow place and leave nothing but devastation and woe in their wake. He's already given up, know that the end will come as he listens to the drums of war grow louder and louder toward him. He just would like to enjoy this last moment he has before they claim him too. With the little time that he has left, he chose to read a newspaper on a lonely bench in silence....


What would you have written to this prompt?

[AngelMae]

This is a continuation of yours, Neo...

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As he heard the drums coming closer, thoughts flew through his mind of his wife who was extremely beautiful, but she had left him for another man with more money after she ran around on him for years. He thought of his young son who had just recently gotten into a car crash on the interstate, dying instantly after hydroplaning across the median into oncoming traffic and hit that tractor trailer. He also saw the reoccurring visions of his older daughter, who would have turned twenty three this year, she fell in love with a really nice man, who ended up being in that gang that recently shot down the police and created the uprise that eventually started this war; she died after being gang raped, all he could think of was her body in the coroner's office with an uncountable number of gashes across her body from the machete that tore her beautiful skin. Thoughts of the life he had before all of that happened, he hadn't been the most wealthy or the most perfect family, but they loved each other and were normal...all before that happened.

A slight smile creased his lips when he thought of that.

"If only..."

He hadn't realized the drums had come so close now. He didn't hear them crest over the hill, he never heard the general shout to him to state his being there, and he never was able to answer back.

Everything went dark. The last thought was him having of that family photo that once hang on the wall in his home with him, his wife, and children, five years ago when his daughter was a senior in high school, his son in middle school, and his wife had recently getting a promotion in her job, and him soon as well.

The general instructed one of his soldiers to go check the body, and after seeing no chest rise for ten seconds, confirmed, yes, the shot to the head had indeed killed the man. He checked the man's pockets for identification, but found nothing. Upon searching his suit jacket, on the inside, held a card. The soldier gasped and fell back, shouting for his general to come. The man galloped over on the beautiful white, gypsy horse and stopped before getting off. The soldier picked up the fallen card and handed it to the general. His eyes widened as he read the words silently.

Embossed perfectly on the manila card were the words, "I Am God".

Quietly, all too soon, everything went black. The heavens fell to the Earth in fire, the seas swallowed the continents, the people, and everything inhabiting it as a great black hole slowly formed behind the planet, that drew the Earth into it along with the entire universe, never to be seen again.

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The prophet looked up from her crystal ball that laid between her hands and looked up at the same man who she had seen shot dead. She knew why he was here, he asked to know if his wife was running around on him. She merely smiled and said the following softly, "Why, yes, dear, she is. I am so sorry." The man sank in his seat. "But you mustn't tell a soul that you know, not even her. Things can be fixed, my dear. She will stop in time." she said.

The man's face perked up again and he smiled gratefully, then thanked her before leaving her shop. The psychic smiled to herself, knowing it was only a matter of time.

[Neorthra]

Oh my goodness.. That was a joy to read.. way better than what I wrote at that time.

[Neorthra]

Thanks first. I've posted 7 others, and may post some in the near future. If you're really interested, you should try to write something about the prompts . I like to see how other people think or feel about things.