Vivian Crissdon
The Erotic Wordsmith
Inner Sanctum Nobility
- Local time
- Today 8:58 AM
- Messages
- 272
- Age
- 25
- Pronouns
- She/Her
They had warned us before. Those who came before, those who knew and yet, people did not believe. I sure as heck didn't staring up outside the rainy bedroom window from where the leaves were falling in all different types of colors you could count them on your hand.
Red. Yellow. Green.
Or, at least that had been the reality before it happened. They came for us.
The swarm of black leaves, an unruly awakening as I shot up, fear gripping my spine as I watched the darkness flood the sky, those blackened leaves dropping down to the ground, one by one like ashes of something that was once great, once proud never to be forgotten yet here we were, a bone-chilling reminder that even the most simple of things could be broken.
But why had they come for us? What sin had I commited?
Opening the door to the outside, I stepped out letting the door swing shut behind me as I stared up at the sky. Leaves of all shapes and forms falling from their trees, black as the night sky as they piled up in volume and I wasn't the only one, neighbors, friends, even the postman on his daily route through town stopped and stared, the expression of fear evident on their face with the question clear as day.
Why them? Why me?
A woman cried out nearby wailing in despair. "Please! It's too soon! It's too quick!" What on earth was she going on about? The many questions raced through my mind as I recalled my nursery rhymes, my childhood stories searching through them for a consistent theme, for anything that would provide me with answers to the forces of evilt that were currently descending upon us and in there, I found only a grim and very brittle warning.
The leaves must not turn black. At whatever cost.
Simple. But they had and the situation was dire as I glanced around. On each lawn, a sea of black as people retreated inside their houses, doors locking and windows clicking as pets and children were ushered inside, the mailman hurrying along not even bothering to finish his route as I took in all of this bewildered, frightened and searching for answers but no one would help. All in the matter of a few seconds, it had turned into no man's land, everyone looking out for their own salvation.
Because the leaves had come.
Because they had turned black.
And there was no turning back.
Red. Yellow. Green.
Or, at least that had been the reality before it happened. They came for us.
The swarm of black leaves, an unruly awakening as I shot up, fear gripping my spine as I watched the darkness flood the sky, those blackened leaves dropping down to the ground, one by one like ashes of something that was once great, once proud never to be forgotten yet here we were, a bone-chilling reminder that even the most simple of things could be broken.
But why had they come for us? What sin had I commited?
Opening the door to the outside, I stepped out letting the door swing shut behind me as I stared up at the sky. Leaves of all shapes and forms falling from their trees, black as the night sky as they piled up in volume and I wasn't the only one, neighbors, friends, even the postman on his daily route through town stopped and stared, the expression of fear evident on their face with the question clear as day.
Why them? Why me?
A woman cried out nearby wailing in despair. "Please! It's too soon! It's too quick!" What on earth was she going on about? The many questions raced through my mind as I recalled my nursery rhymes, my childhood stories searching through them for a consistent theme, for anything that would provide me with answers to the forces of evilt that were currently descending upon us and in there, I found only a grim and very brittle warning.
The leaves must not turn black. At whatever cost.
Simple. But they had and the situation was dire as I glanced around. On each lawn, a sea of black as people retreated inside their houses, doors locking and windows clicking as pets and children were ushered inside, the mailman hurrying along not even bothering to finish his route as I took in all of this bewildered, frightened and searching for answers but no one would help. All in the matter of a few seconds, it had turned into no man's land, everyone looking out for their own salvation.
Because the leaves had come.
Because they had turned black.
And there was no turning back.
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