Mauna Loa Creative Writing

The sky is dark, damp, and warm, the slight red undertones are glowing through the clouds. I never expected something like this to happen in my short lifetime, Mauna Loa was erupting for the first time in twenty-five years. I watched as the ash rained down on the roofs of nearby houses, coating the entire town in what could have been perceived as warm, black snow. I felt my heart rise into my throat, causing me to choke out a dry sob. I was twenty-one, I finally had a house, and now I was going to die in this massive storm of lava and rubble. I watched as the people outside were running around, they were clueless and terrified, lost in their own terror of death. They were screaming and in pain, and I did nothing to save them, just stayed in my small home as I watched hell fall upon us. …show more content…
My friends who were outside seemed to be calling me out, possibly to die with them, but that wasn’t my intent, I wanted to be alone. In times of terror like this, people did crazy things, and if I were to do something crazy, I didn’t want anyone’s eyes but God’s and my own to see it. I quickly knelt on one knee and began to pray for something, anything at all to stop the madness outside. Then I realized that nothing was coming to save any of us, so I decided to end it before the boiling, gelatinous liquid could get me. I walked calmly to the kitchen, pulling open one of the drawers attached to the kitchen island, the squeaking of the wheels was painstaking. I cocked the gun in my hands, pressing the barrell to my temple before glancing up at the ceiling, “God, please forgive me,” then I saw