Post by Oliver "Ollie" Moore on Aug 3, 2015 1:25:31 GMT -8
Oliver looked up into the glare of the Sun. He felt the warmth on his skin, the prickle as he slowly tans. A deep breath takes in a somewhat bitter and harsh smell. He inclines his head off the lounge chair he is laying on, he notices the lava flow that rolls nearby into the ocean. Something about it does not makes sense, but at least it explains the smell.
Around him in the sand he can see and hear the soft click-clack of crab claws. Some of them seem to make such jarringly loud noise that the crabs would seem incapable of making such noise. There is a warm breeze and he can hear someone calling for him somewhere behind him. Maybe further up the shore, it is hard to say? Oliver can't make out the details, they are shouting, it almost sounds like a warning.
Oliver feels the lounge chair he is laying on creak and shudder. He feels a few droplets of water graze his face. It happens in a split moment, he begins to fall back into the collapsing lounge as an enormous wave of water, a tsunami, comes crashing down around him.
Waking with a start, Oliver is laying in the remains of a charred bed frame. Water cascades from the sprinklers in the room. Most of the room seems to be falling under their wet onslaught. The evidence of the all but recent inferno is slowly being shifted from quick red flames to blacken and charred remains of various furnishing.
Oliver looks around still dazed from the fall and sudden wake, he sees someone gesturing for him to get up and come to the door. Gingerly standing he notices that the debris of his bed and his general resting place seem to be devoid of debris. It all appears to have been pushed away from where he fella few yards in a reasonable perfect circle.
Tired, naked, wet, and confused Oliver follows the gesturing person. It is hard to hear anything over the sound of the fire alarm. They walk past a digital reader in the hallway, it reads the time and date. October 2, 2:47am.
Oliver just thought quietly to himself, happy 10th birthday, as a fresh set of tears streamed down his cheeks.
Around him in the sand he can see and hear the soft click-clack of crab claws. Some of them seem to make such jarringly loud noise that the crabs would seem incapable of making such noise. There is a warm breeze and he can hear someone calling for him somewhere behind him. Maybe further up the shore, it is hard to say? Oliver can't make out the details, they are shouting, it almost sounds like a warning.
Oliver feels the lounge chair he is laying on creak and shudder. He feels a few droplets of water graze his face. It happens in a split moment, he begins to fall back into the collapsing lounge as an enormous wave of water, a tsunami, comes crashing down around him.
Waking with a start, Oliver is laying in the remains of a charred bed frame. Water cascades from the sprinklers in the room. Most of the room seems to be falling under their wet onslaught. The evidence of the all but recent inferno is slowly being shifted from quick red flames to blacken and charred remains of various furnishing.
Oliver looks around still dazed from the fall and sudden wake, he sees someone gesturing for him to get up and come to the door. Gingerly standing he notices that the debris of his bed and his general resting place seem to be devoid of debris. It all appears to have been pushed away from where he fella few yards in a reasonable perfect circle.
Tired, naked, wet, and confused Oliver follows the gesturing person. It is hard to hear anything over the sound of the fire alarm. They walk past a digital reader in the hallway, it reads the time and date. October 2, 2:47am.
Oliver just thought quietly to himself, happy 10th birthday, as a fresh set of tears streamed down his cheeks.