I had some insomnia a while back and wrote this up.
- Geoff was your average snail. He lived in a garden and loved doing all the things snails do. He loved sleeping in his shell, slinking around the garden, nibbling on whatever plants he found interesting. One thing he loved most was sliding over to the northern most part of the garden to hear Penelope the blue bird sing. Everything was going wonderfully for Geoff.
- One day Geoff slithered over to his favorite sleeping spot in the garden, right under a daffodil, and nodded off to sleep. He was dreaming of having wings like the birds he sees sitting in the trees around his home. Dreamed of soaring through the clouds and through the rainbows, just as he imagined birds would do. Suddenly though, Geoff jumped awake after hearing a strange sound. He felt strangely hot and decided to look around. Emerging from under the daffodil Geoff was met with the most horrible sight he had ever seen.
- The garden was ablaze, Red and orange flames licked and twisted their way through his home. Scared and horrified Geoff stayed in one spot cowering in fear and unbelief. A few sparks rained down and landed on his tail causing Geoff to snap back to reality. He looked back at his favorite sleeping spot only to see that it too was burning away in the melting blaze. Animals and other creatures scampered all around him yelling and screaming as they attempted to escape the fires wicked tongue. Close friends and acquaintances burned to death as their image burned into GeoffâEUTMs eyes and memories. Knowing he was surrounded and very alone Geoff slugged over to a nearby rock, curled in his shell, and tried to block out the screams.
- Awaking several hours later Geoff looked around at his long time home. The garden had become a deep, black scar on the face of the earth. The only thing that Geoff could recognize was the rock he took shelter near. He looked around with his snail eyes at all everything he once knew was just gone. If only Geoff had snail eyes too look around with instead of the tired eyes of an old man, if only Geoff was an innocent snail instead of a human down on his luck, if only the garden wasnâEUTMt a city, if only the fire wasnâEUTMt caused by the lack of care for life, and if only the deep black scar only ran its message of pure hatred was a small patch of earth instead of the withered soul of humanity itself.