Revelations Drabble

[garnigal]

Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.

But there were no quaint aphorisms for this.

The sky was purple, lit by violent green lightning. The roiling clouds were ominous enough, but the black shapes darting between terrified her.

There had been no prophecies. Just… cataclysm. The Slayers were given time to say their goodbyes, then moved as one to face Hell.

She raised the sword to ready position and the cross to her lips. She knew how this would end and it gave her hope. After all, Revelations was just another word for Apocalypse.

Comments

[sanguinepen.livejournal.com]

That's sweet.

[ares132006.livejournal.com]

Damn that 100 word limit. This is wonderful. I love your imagery.

There had been no prophecies. Just… cataclysm.

I can see the storm, the slayers facing hell. Well done.

Hugs

[jemaba.livejournal.com]

I like this - the vivid imagery, tension and elegance. Nice job.

[jerusha]

I really like that last line.