My thoughts collided with each other, making up obscene theories about the mess I’ve gotten myself into, as I’ve begun to cross a large, snow covered field that stood between me and my condo building. Sinking my shoes through the snow, I’ve pushed on, wanting to get there faster, and hopefully sort this mess out… Somehow, still hoping to wake up, still hoping that it was all just a dream. Dark, thick clouds loomed overhead. It began to snow once again, snowflakes gently waltzing in the air, all around me.
“Cracka-WWWWW!!” the sky exploded with thunder, making me jerk down in surprise.
“Thundersnow?” I’ve asked the sky, looking straight up and witnessing a brief flash of lightning pass between the clouds, as the heavy, thick snow kept falling and blotting out my vision.
“Cracka-cracka-cawWWWWW!!” The clouds boomed, lightning jumping between them.
“Great. It’s lightning quite nicely and I am walking across a field… real smart. Good thing there’s plenty of tall trees around. Like this one here…” I concluded, staring at a large, maple tree in front of me. The storm continued to spin overhead. As I walked forward, tumbling through the snow, the wind suddenly ceased and looking up again, I realized that I was now directly in the eye of the storm. A wall of clouds and falling snow curled around me, around the field, reaching up into the heavens.
Lightning bounced right in the eye of the storm, rebounding between the opening in the clouds, flashing lower and lower. “Cracka-CRAWWWWWWW!” the sky exploded, suddenly descending, and tearing out my eardrums.
Blinding lightning flashed down and ignited the tree. I threw my hands against my face far too late. Falling to my knees, I rubbed my eyes that were filled with white, dancing fire. I could hear the cracking of the burning tree in front of me. The white sparkles went away pretty swiftly, just in time for me to see the colors of the world change again.
Click, click, click, the colors of the world shifted, throwing me somewhere in time.
“Hooooboy!” I whooshed out, sinking in the snow. I checked my watch, to see which way I was going, but it was hopelessly broken, its monitor cracked in several places, crunched up somehow during my flight from the spontaneously exploding walk-in-hospital.
I stood on my knees. The tree in front of me was burning. The wall of clouds was coming down, swirling, glaring and flashing, as it too caught fire.
Static echoes of voices were coming through, seeping into my brain from somewhere above.
“You idiot, how could you miss him?”
“I didn’t miss him. I could have sworn he was right there. A slight miscalculation.”
“Upon your part!”
“Its not my fault! He keeps moving! Yesm, firing again”
“Get him this time, for…”
The voices fuzzed up again. It was just enough for me. I jumped off from my sitting on my knees position to rolling through the snow position just as the lightning beam struck again, the snow melting away and the grass curling up into a nice, big and round crop circle that formed right where I sat a second ago. The crop circle spread its arms, birthing more folds and lines as fire and light ignited the field again and again, striking, jumping between the grass and trees, electrical currents slicing grasses and leaves.
“Run. Run. Run. Alex run.” Thoughts shot through my head.
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Advertising Illustration for my sci-fi novel: [link] , Chronoscape.
Photoshop CS
Wacom Intuos 6x8 tablet, Canon 300D
Real size: 12'000x15'000 pixels or 1 x 1.2 meters