The Cherub’s Cataclysm


I am warning you, this week’s post is very, very dark. I’m not sure where it came from, or what it was inspired by. It just seemed to flow out of me.

But before I talk about the subject of this post, I would like to say to all six of my readers that I apologize for not posting as often as I promised in my about page. The reasoning that I claim is a mixture of two things: writer’s block, and a busy, chaotic life.

I can now gladly say that both the writers block and the chaos both seem to have passed, because a dark, creepy short story was birthed from my mind today! (Which may have been a product of the chaos, but i’m not 100% sure. The workings of my mind are always lost to me.) The only explanation I have for this is that it came to me when I listened to a very epic and very dark instrumental song, which I unfortunately do not know the name of, and probably never will. I think this just goes to show that inspiration can come from anywhere, even if you do not exactly know the source yourself.

So without further ado, here is my newest short story, The Cherub’s Cataclysm:

A ray of light shined into the underground cavern of a safe house and onto a young girl. It had been hours upon hours since the mother had left the shelter to look for her husband. The sounds of screams and explosions had finally stopped and an icy silence had come over the village. She opened her eyes and slowly dropped her hands from her ears. Maybe it was all over now.

Her small shaking hands reached towards the door of the cavern and grabbed the handle without pushing just yet. After listening for a few more moments to make sure there wasn’t any danger lurking outside, she pursed her lips and gave the door a slight shove. Peering through the opening, the smoke drifted in, stinging her eyes and making her cough. When she caught her breath, she gave the door another shove, harder this time, and with both hands. The door collapsed outward from the force and she went crashing down with it, cutting her arms and legs on the splintered wood. Blood splattered onto her stuffed rabbit. She picked it up off the ground and slowly stood to get a view of her surroundings.

A sea of red and black came into view. Pits of flames licked the air and embers spit out of the ground. Black gnarled forms covered the village floor for a mile all around. She couldn’t distinguish between what used to be huts and what was charred human limbs. The wind blew through her delicate pale hair as she looked upon what used to be her home. The blood from her wounds dripped slowly down her arms and legs, covering her porcelain skin with long red fingers.

A shadow began to creep over the land, swallowing the sunlight. When it fell over her, two tears of blood fell from her eyes as they rolled back into her head. Her body tipped backward and was engulfed by the hellish abyss of the destroyed landscape. Ashes billowed up around her, and slowly settled back to the ground, sprinkling her body with grey flakes.


I hope you liked it!!! And I hope I didn’t scare you away forever!!

But I warned you; I told ya it was dark.


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