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Sonic of Voices

Doomsday

By Wendy D GulleyPublished 5 years ago Updated 5 years ago 6 min read

Huuu-aaaaah huuu-aaah huuu-aaaah!!! I gotta huuuu-aaaaah!!!... I…I…huu-aah see bodies everywhere running frantically. I’m huu-aaah I’m trying to huuu-aaah to focus….every…everything is…. a little blurry. But, I’m ok…..huu-aaah….huu-aaah….mmmhh…huu-aaah I’m huuu-aaaah catching my breath.

People are screaming yelling out for their love ones…the sky is orange and there is this dusting. I don’t know what happen…there was a there was this loud crackling sound…like lightning. The ground became hot and it began to rain…the rain drops were cold….and and I don’t know what happen!! I mean clearly something has happen…but where am I? I don’t know where I am!!

Voices have encompass me but I can not see anyone…not like before…the orange dusting has grown thicker but it only surrounds me…keeping a distance away from me. These voices I hear…asking if I’ve seen there love ones are in different languages. Every language calling upon their creator asking that they’re prayers be heard and answered. Even those who do not believe.

Sounds of tiny jets fly pass me in all directions my gravity is no longer with me. Suddenly nothing seems to matter…there is a weight lifted from me. What I knew but could not always see was shown to me.

Never could I imagine this much evil and wickedness in this world, and yet those who have inflicted chaos among the innocence are crying out for help. This tunnel vision where they only see themselves as the supreme remains unchanged. Trying to enforce authority among people who are suffering too. Yet, theses people…some people still comply.

Why, do you have those who can not see that these individuals are not their equal; these hollow beings are imposters to the earth. I’m hearing voices again, but just one in all languages.

‘ you question what you know but what is it that you think or believe to know? You stand above those who look to you for resolve, yet you question. If you are having doubts about what it is that you have cause. Then give to me what it is that makes all living things be.’

As I place my hand across my chest I can feel the warmth of my heart pulsating within my palm.

‘Give it to me!!’ The voice yells….’give to me what you clearly no longer need!!’

Then I say unto you why? If you’re so powerful then why ask…when you can take?

‘Because you’re one of us’.

Then I say to you who am I, why not take from those whose voice are screaming in agony?

‘Because they are weak…do you not hear their cries of despair. Praying to GODS that they can not see. These souls are in between and they seek restitution from faith. So, I say unto you…let’s us answer they’re prayers….let us be their savior!!

Humph, yet…you still have not answer my question. Who am I and most importantly who ARE you? These people are frantic…they are scared…everything around them is gone!!!….and yet your only focus is to take!!

Slowly the orange dusting becomes submersible, pulsating like it is breathing. Wondering if the voice that I heard would emerge, I stood there staring eagerly awaiting. Sonic of voices by the billions are heard but the faints of whispers are the voices that brought me to tears and chills. The pans of their voices indicate that they were standing in line. There are so many…but there is this warmth…that I feel from behind, immediately I turn around… nothing is there. I slowly turn looking… but there is no one. Only the voices of the billions and the millions of whispers. Then the one voice which I heard speaks.

‘What are looking for?’

Life!!…I’m looking for life!!

‘You know I’ve been watching you…all through out your days, but you haven’t notice because I am without a face. These voice are depending on you, why….’

What do…what do you want from me?!!! I don’t know what it is…that you want me to do!!!

‘Are you talking to me or are you talking to the billions of lost souls?’

YOU!!! I’m talking to you!! You’re the only voice that is talking to me and responding!!

‘that is NOT true…these voices are lost and they are calling for you, and all you can do, is feel pathetic about what you think, you cannot do for them. Did you at least try speaking?!! DID YOU?!!

(Faint of breath) I I I didn’t know what to say…

‘So then you knew..’

what?!! no…knew what?

‘Your concerns…about the direction of humanity has always been a display that leads to no action. Your thoughts are open for world to hear… those are voices of your call…responding. You said that your eyes are now open…are they? You said that you could not understand why some people could not see…that not everyone is equal…and yet you still question!! what is obvious….so I say unto you…give to me what you no longer need. Give it to me!!’

As I place my hand across my pulsating chest I can feel the pain of the millions of whispers. Overwhelming louder then before the strokes of chills on my right side and then tears on my left side. My subconscious is imploded I can see the wave of voices but I can not see their faces.

‘ why must you only believe from what you can see?’

The orange dusting has cleared a sight of passage…I now can feel the whisper of millions agony…ripping me…my body has become a compass…every vein within me is now a map of every natural disaster. I can see the earthquakes shaking the earth….huuu-aaah huuu-aaah tornadoes are forming before me. Huuu-aaah why is it so huuu-aaaah why is it so huuu-aaah hard to breathe….huuu-aaah huuu-aaaah there are people falling in the street huuu-aaaah I’m getting light headed..huuu-aaah.

The intensity of the heat has my body soaked. The sun is so intense that it is scorching the earth. I find myself gripping and digging into the ground with my hand with no control as spouts of lava are launch from the ground. Every where I look lava shoots as I watch people run for their lives….their scream of agony becomes the beacon for the balls of fire jetting towards them. Millions of people I watch fall to their knees crying in pain asking for forgiveness asking their creators to spare them of this pain.

Then there are those who can not see pass their selfishness demanding those who are praying to pray for them. Reminding those who have faith that they had better get it right…shouting….’I found you on your knees praying to your GODS where here I am!! I am the shepherd and your are the sheep’s…you need me more then I need you because you are…’.

How unfortunate a fire ball took them out…it was then I realized…who I was and what I had caused. All I could do was cry…..tears of sorrow. I was the body of water. That orange dusting was the steam of the fire being smothered by me. The cold raindrops were tears of compassion….awakening me as I stood catching my breathe…my presence was going to be ok. For I now know who I am. I am of the chosen…I am the Sonic of Voices and just like before the weight of the world was lifted from me.

‘So now that you know who you are….I ask again…give to me what you no longer need?!!’

My chest is pounding and the millions of whispers have increased in sound. I can not see the one voice that speaks to me in many languages…but without hesitation I give what I no longer need to those who believe.

My name is S.O.V known as Sonic of Voices and giver of life. There are many stories about me…ones where people always are searching. Looking to the skies praying for shooting stars, if you should be so lucky. The star always pulsates throughout the night for those to find me. Once I am in the hands of the believer and you whisper I believe…my shell will crack and inside you find one of many heart lockets to wear!!

Wendy Gulley

Sci Fi

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