Exploding Onto The Scene

/* I haven't written anything in a while and I haven't put anything on here in even longer :3 So here's something I found on my blog/site */

The world exploded around me, fountains of molten rock burst forth from the ground on either side of me. Several large speakers echoed Avenged Sevenfold’s “Nightmare” throughout my world. I pushed my hands into my pockets, whistling to myself as I walked down the lava-brick road. It reminded me of the Wizard of Oz, I imagined stumbling across a cowardly little lion curled up on the ground, the image of his body saved by hardened rock like the citizens of Pompeii. Or a straw scarecrow looking for a brain; then again, straw is quite flammable and – without a brain – he would probably mistake these pools for water anyway. The tin man on the other hand; he was a good candidate for survival. If he stayed away from the geysers of liquid death, he could easily withstand the heat and the impending doom.

I approached a large, circular area and quickened my pace. I drew a little cross in the centre with my foot, standing at attention above it with my arms outstretched and my head bobbing from side to side. I slowly plucked a little metal controller from my top pocket, flicked the little protective plastic casing off. I counted out the seconds in my head, waiting for the moment. I could feel the heat of the world around me; I could sense the insulating ash floating in the clouds above me.

The clock ticked away in my head until I saw my opportunity. I pushed down on the big red button and played the explosions like an orchestra. I pretended I had an imaginary baton in my hands as I conducted the springs to the beat of the music. First the right, then the left, two in front and one behind. I pivoted on my heel, swinging around to orchestrate the finale. Three groups of explosives detonated simultaneously and the result was a magnificent waterfall of flames erupting into the air.

I stepped backwards, my ‘x’ disappearing under a sea of reddish-yellow. I silently skipped off, avoiding the quickly forming pools of lava with nimble feet. The song fizzled out, the speakers finally becoming engulfed with flames.

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