It’s over. Nobody is left.
We became too egotistical to think that we could control the nature of the winds and the rain. We protested against the trees and the earth. We believed we were gods. We were wrong.
They rebelled against us. They fought back. And they won.
Now there is no human left to tell the story. Only the echoes of our cries as the last of the rains came drowning us in our own self-worth. We are no more.
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Inspired by: Friday Fictioneers
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/18-october-2013/
Copyright Janet Webb
Angela Death 
I love this – it’s right up my street (empty though it might be now…). There’s such a great tone to this.
Thank you! That is really nice of you to say. 🙂
Sad and powerful. Reminds me of the story of Noah. Except without the saving part.
wow you have expressed the picture in words so brilliantly ! Love the choice of words…. When people think themselves Gods, this is all that could happen !
Thank you!
Dear Angela,
I feel a little odd welcoming the Angela Death to Friday Fictioneers. 😉 In any case, welcome. I look forward to reading more from you.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you. 🙂
Welcoming death IS somewhat weird, but welcome. Your story is perfectly depressing. Well done.
janet
Thank you!
Dear Angela,
You are correct. I am depressed.
Aloha,
Doug
AnElephant thought this was a bit gloomy.
Well written, possibly prophetic, but not too many laughs, really!.
I would hope there wouldn’t be too many laughs! Thanks for the compliment!