It was roaring. The groan seemed to come from the depths of the earth. And as if scared, the house trembled and the glasses shattered while the saints on the altar went down the floor to kiss the dye wax on it. There was nothing to register in the head but fear. Engulfed with panic, the body swayed like a rag doll towards the safe haven of the outside. Mumbled prayers became screamed ones as the need to do self-preservation escalated. Disorientation gripped the mind as the heart sank at the sight of fallen structures and cracked dreams of supposedly-tough materials.
The loved ones were then remembered. Where are they? Are they safe? Is Kino with his classmates when the earth shook? Is Akihiro outdoors when the groans from the earth complained?
While trying to collect the thoughts, hissing sound commenced. It was like a snake roused from a deep slumber. The sound could be a signal of an aftershock but it was... wet.
From the corner of the eye, a silver reflection blinked. It was ignored first but it seemed to be the source of the hissing! Then, when the eyes focused on the onslaught, it dawned on the senses that water raged towards the land!
The breaking of wood, steel and other materials mixed with the sound of screaming for help but the hissing sound overpowered everything. Debris and people made love on water as life ebbed when the force of the quake was transferred to the liquid medium. On an aerial view, the scene looked like a computer-generated simulation of a scary catastrophe. Yet, it was real...true.
A forty percent increase from the previous panic increased as the body moved back inside the shaken house. Water ran after like a mad dog insulted by his territorial claims. Lots thought that the houses would protect them. But they were wrong. The hunger of the water seemed insatiable. A liquid beast devouring everything on its way...
When its claws scratched their walls, she exhaled. A sign of surrender and defeat. As the soul felt the force enveloping the structure, it remembered the unsaid haikus to the loved ones.
Hundreds of kilometers and continents away, people viewed the nightmare on cable TV. They were gripped with fear too that something as destructive could reach their place . They intently listened to the broadcasts and started to pack their bags as the authorities raised Alert Level 2.
But back in the place where it all began, ghosts started to haunt the fallen places as waves of aftershocks continued to animate the now-silent surroundings.
Silence--a strangled From the corner of the eye, a silver reflection blinked. It was ignored first but it seemed to be the source of the hissing! Then, when the eyes focused on the onslaught, it dawned on the senses that water raged towards the land!
The breaking of wood, steel and other materials mixed with the sound of screaming for help but the hissing sound overpowered everything. Debris and people made love on water as life ebbed when the force of the quake was transferred to the liquid medium. On an aerial view, the scene looked like a computer-generated simulation of a scary catastrophe. Yet, it was real...true.
A forty percent increase from the previous panic increased as the body moved back inside the shaken house. Water ran after like a mad dog insulted by his territorial claims. Lots thought that the houses would protect them. But they were wrong. The hunger of the water seemed insatiable. A liquid beast devouring everything on its way...
When its claws scratched their walls, she exhaled. A sign of surrender and defeat. As the soul felt the force enveloping the structure, it remembered the unsaid haikus to the loved ones.
Hundreds of kilometers and continents away, people viewed the nightmare on cable TV. They were gripped with fear too that something as destructive could reach their place . They intently listened to the broadcasts and started to pack their bags as the authorities raised Alert Level 2.
But back in the place where it all began, ghosts started to haunt the fallen places as waves of aftershocks continued to animate the now-silent surroundings.
Telephone has forgotten
That it should ring - (Haiku by Michael R. Collings)
(Photo: Sanni Vincent Guillergan)
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