There's no more sound, not anymore.
Just the thudding of my own heart, deafening in the silence.
Erratic, the bassline pounds out, slowing. Stopping.
Just like everything else.
Behind the visor, I raise my eyes, and see the warships, the victors.
Alone in this dark space, as fragments of what had been my planet race past, I breathe my last.
I close my eyes, conceding defeat.
They had dropped out the sky, and killed and maimed.
They destroyed our way of life, our beliefs, and all the knowledge we had in a day.
Then the raped our planet, stealing her life and resources.
Every crop failed, or was stolen.
The water was siphoned up and into the sky.
They drained our oceans, leaving nothing but rotting carcasses and a new desert.
Our forests were pulped and taken away.
The barren roads of our world were lined with the dead, dying and confused creatures. Some predators survived for a time, hunting... But then they took them as well.
Everything was taken, leaving nothing but sand and us.
I was sent, a final desperate weapon, against our enemies...
Desperate plans rarely work.
Instead, I found myself suspended in the vaccuum of the world... As the world was ripped apart for her final resources.
They harvested, as I lay in this lonely space, my air running out, unable to do anything.
There was no one left to save.
Tears fell from my closed eyes, as I waited for the last moment.
I know the story is a bit cliche, but it came when I was exploring Elegy for a Dead World, looking to get my creative side going a bit.
I find tiny stories like this helpful to set a mood, or get out of one, especially when my writing is blocked.
I'm hoping to see some inspired short stories, so you guys can serve as my selfish want of inspiration, or some critique of how terribly I've used this meme.