Blue Sun (A Short Story)

[altoecko]

The color was extravagant, I could feel the colors they were so beautiful. They were glistening off a giant stained window lying on the floor of the cathedral. I was somewhat scared. Many years ago, long before my great-grandfather was even an itch in his fathers sack, our sun had passed away. The stories were all so extravagant passed on from generation to generation. Each story was remarkably exactly the same. It was a cold day in a land called “America” when it suddenly became very hot many people started to die from the immense heat. People scrambled to find shelter in any building they could find but most burst into flames and died. Little did they know but on the other side of the world everyone had already died. I don’t know the story for them. Those who found shelter stayed hidden in the shadows until they saw a great flash outside, then everything went gray. All the people went outside to see the sun turning darker and darker; everything became very cold then. But just before it got cold enough for people to die, a new sun rose. A blue sun and it was hot, so very hot. They ran but few survived. Nightfall got shorter and sunrises became feared by all. Nowadays we’ve all learned how to live. Those who do not have suits plant their crops and graze their animals at night. We can go outside during the day but only for a few seconds. Christian people think that their God left them behind to get rid of us. They still try to kill us. As I sit here writing out what I think to be my final thoughts they fire on this cathedral. I am scared for my fate after I die. I find comfort in the strange glass on the floor. It shines so beautifully it makes me want to cry. I think that’s why I am crying, not over fear of dying, but over how evil and hurtful a thing such as the sun can create such a beautiful thing. They’ve broken down the barricade; I don’t have much longer to live. I’d rather go out in a burst of glory than by a hail of gunfire. Oh how I missed you sun.

[Caciss]

Re: Blue Sun (A Short Story)

Many years ago, long before my great-grandfather was even an itch in his fathers sack,

Just wow.

[Snarf]

Re: Blue Sun (A Short Story)

Nice.

I love the part about the Christians god leaving them to get rid of the rest. I could see something like that happening.

[Nixon]

Re: Blue Sun (A Short Story)

before my great-grandfather was even an itch in his fathers sack

Nice "wings of honneamise" reference.