Promptly Friday: Pale Twilight

“Pale Twilight”

“Momma! The lights are out again!”

It’s been happening more and more frequently as of late. It started about a year ago with small, random blackouts. No one knew why. Investigations were held, but no conclusive results were found. The power just disappeared as though it didn’t exist. But it gradually became more frequent and covered larger areas.

“I see that, honey. Go ask your brother to get the candles in case this is a long one,” Susan shouted back to her daughter. “And could you help him bring in some firewood, too?”

“Okay momma,” the little girl chirped, as she ran off to complete her task. Susan finished up what she could of the lunch she had been preparing for the children and began cleaning up. A few minutes later the little girl ran back inside, hugging her mother’s leg. “I don’t wanna go outside, and I don’t know where Tommy is. Please don’t make me go outside, momma.” The little girl cried.  She was quivering in fear and white as the snow outside.

“What’s wrong, Abby?” Susan was immediately worried. Abby was not at all afraid of anything she had come across yet, which Susan greatly admired. Abby was completely terrified of something right now, and that troubled Susan.

“Don’t make me go outside, momma. Don’t make me go outside.” Abby repeated it to herself over and over, shaking uncontrollably.

“Abby, let’s get you somewhere where you’ll be alright. Come on,” Susan guided the child into the den. “Sit by the fire and warm yourself up.” She wrapped the child in a large quilt. The den didn’t have windows to the outside, so Susan figured this would be the best place for Abby to sit while she looked for Tommy.

Susan immediately saw what had terrified Abby. Off in the distance, was a sight unlike any she had witnessed before. The darker winter skies of the Alaskan wilds had been set ablaze in a brilliant radiance. The phenomenon invoked a spectacle of unimaginable beauty and told of a terrifying event.

“Tommy! Tommy, where are you?” Susan cried out for her boy. He sheepishly emerged from the crawlspace under their house. “Tommy, go inside. Your sister is in the den. Wait for me there, I need to try and find your father.”

Tommy nodded and ran inside without a word spoken. Once the door had shut, Susan looked at her cell phone; only to find out that it had been fully drained of energy.

Every energy source within a hundred miles had been completely depleted within the split second that the light show had begun. Vehicles stopped dead, aircraft plummeted, power plants screeched to a halt, and all communications were down. Emergency response teams were unable to receive calls, let alone do anything about them.

Susan hoped that her husband would be alright and that this event would be over soon. She started to rush back inside to calm her children when she heard a distant, crackling sound and looked back toward the light show.

That’s when she saw the shape slowly rise hundreds of feet above the horizon. It radiated the same brilliant light that had both dazzled and terrified. It bristled with raw energy, producing steam directly from the air surrounding it. The frigid arctic air instantly turned the steam into ice crystals. The light refracted through every sparkling crystal enhancing the otherwise formless shape until Susan thought she watched it blink.

The shape began to move, rising higher and arching. Once it stopped the steam and ice dispersed, clouds and snow billowed away at rapid speeds. Then the deafening thunder that could only be described as a roar that cracked across the sky.

Susan ran inside, bolted the doors and rushed to her children just as the wall of snow drove itself into their home. Their home became dark as it had been buried in snow. The fire in the den was their only light for now. But without wood for the fire, their hopes of staying warm were dropping fast.

“Momma, please don’t make us go outside.”

© T.A. Rindler Pale Twilight 2015

© T.A. Rindler Short Stack Story Time 2015

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About T. A. Rindler

What dreams may come when the mind dances in worlds of imagination? Wordsmithing. It started as a hobby. Now I'm in the process of trying to make it something more than just that. My mind dances fluidly through imaginative world's both hellish and serene, and all that lies between. I've dabbled in so many ideas and interests, but writing has always been something that I would always return to doing. Whether I was writing a story, poetry, abstract thoughts, ideas, essays, or even written/online debates, I have always enjoyed the creative stream of ideas that spring forth. Join me in my journey!
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