Our William Tell Routine

Well, one day in and my goal to write something new everyday is flawless. So here you have it, the first thing I've sat down and forced myself to do. It might not be wonderful, but there are definitely some parts of it I like, and if you're into getting morals out of stories then I encourage you to try and find one here, state what you think it is, and why. Perhaps I'll tell you what I intended later, until then enjoy and I hope to hear what you think.

Herald

The ashen sky remained surprisingly still, only the silky grey clouds lapped at the skyscraper windows, rolling gently, dizzily across the horizon. Below however, the masses were wide-eyed in horror, some prayed, some wept, and most all panicked. Grocery stores were flooded by the fearful flocks of men and women as they packed in crying for canned Corn and Beans at 49 cents per tin.

These crowds subsided eventually as crowds will do, for it may have been the end of days but given the choice, people prefer to die in comfort, curled up on a rug in front of a fire with the dog and wife nervously playing Scrabble. As if by giving Armageddon the cold shoulder it might simply pass them by and wander back into the night sulking like a child.

Minutes ticked by and the city streets they were empty save for one couple, who strolled down the promenade arm in arm, giggling gaily at one of those jests which is so common between lovers. “To you two young fools down there,” shouted a man from a balcony, “do you not know what today is?”

“Of course I do sir,” came the joyful reply, “and what better time to live, as we have yet to die.”

The pair on the street tumbled about with unbounded glee, the man on the balcony merely sighed murmuring that he had tried. As the balcony door shut the skies tore asunder with a great flash of light, and there was silence broken only by laughter.

Some time later, shy as a schoolgirl the light receded blushing pale pink against that grey silken sky. The buildings remained though their tenants were gone, Scrabble words stood half-spelled, and the cans of Corn and Beans so carefully stored in cellars proved to have been a pointless endeavor.

However, one couple smiled at each other as they giggled gaily and strolled along the rest of the promenade.