The end of a worldAs I look out the window and see the clouds of smokeThe end of a world by GentlePeace
People are leaving their house,
With their face drained of hope
Close by I see people crying,
In the distance I hear people screaming
The worst is happening,
Only this time we’re not dreaming
The faithful are gathering,
Holding hands and praying
The tainted are bargaining,
Taking anything that can be taken
The weak are jumping off buildings,
Leaving blood on the pavement
Large scale of suicides
Whether by knife, gun, or hanging
It’s anarchy out there
And it has only begun
I’m damned to the flames
Because my sins can’t be undone
Reichenbach TextsJohn?Reichenbach Texts by AraneLuna
The text message comes around 2 AM one night, from a blocked number. There's no indication who it's from. John sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes. 'Who the hell was texting him in the middle of the night?'
Who is this? -JW
The response, somewhat delayed after ten minutes or so of nothing, seems oddly diffident in tone.
You shouldn't be awake.
And yet I am. Now who the hell are you? -JW
Nothing and no one. This was a mistake.
He blinked at the texts, feeling a sharp pang in his chest. They sounded so much like Sherlock, but it couldn't- could it?
There's another long pause before his phone blinks with a response.
Consider it a pang of ill-advised sentiment.
Sentiment? What do you mean by that? -JW
It's strange how the saying goes. Familiarity breeds contempt. It doesn't seem to hold true.
John furrowed his brow a bit confused.
It's nothing, I'm just a fan. It was easy to find your number. Sorry to disturb.
My number is unlisted. -JW