What would you do if you'd believed something your entire life so dearly that you don't know what you would do if reality changed your mind about it? How dramatically would it change the world? How would it change your perspective on life? Would this spell out the end for humanity?
I'd been awoken by my alarm going off. It was ten in the morning, time to get ready for work. Before I got out of bed I checked my phone. I scrolled through social media for a few minutes when I found a news article shared by my aunt. The article said something about some religion figures vanishing in the middle of their shows. I clicked on the article, expecting it to be a hoax. I skimmed through it and it went on to list all of the religious figures that had disappeared.
My friend texted me not five minutes later, asking me if I'd heard that the rapture had apparently happened earlier that day. Of course, I replied with that I had read something about it. She said her mom was freaking out, having a breakdown in the living room. She said her mom had her bible before her, reading it aloud, mixed with sobs. She was trying to get God to take her as well. I felt so bad for her.
At work, of course there were theories swirling around about what had happened and why those people were chosen. It wouldn't have been by chance. Some of them thought that God believed the only true religious followers were the ones making themselves known, spreading the word to hundreds upon thousands. One of them laughed at the idea that they thought God was judging them in heaven for misguiding so many people on earth.
I didn't really know what I believed. And quite frankly, I didn't care much. Religion wasn't really something I was interested in. I wasn't much of a believer in the idea that a God created the universe. I definitely wasn't after the idea that all those stories they told about in the bible actually happened. I couldn't get behind a great flood, nor a man parting a sea and walking between it. None of it seemed even the slightest bit possible.
Of course, who was I to argue religious stories not seeming real? A ton of religious people all over the world just vanished. There's no way science can explain away something like that.
The very next day, I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked out the window and saw red rain falling from the sky. I stepped outside and saw more people out there with me. Anything that had been out in the open for long enough started to turn a shade of red. I was lucky I was wearing dark clothes, as not to stain them by being outside. Why the hell was it raining blood?
I stepped inside and turned on my television. I turned on the news and heard the news people talking about the rain coming down. They went on to tell people that this was a sign in the bible about the end times. The news people honestly looked terrified as they told us, the viewers, that they had no idea what was to come of all this.
I looked out the window as fire sirens rolled by. I ran outside to see the church just down the road from us was on fire. This was it, I thought, God had indeed abandoned us.
Reports came in the next day, talking about how some people had collected and sampled some of the red rain from the previous day. Apparently it was actually blood. But the scariest part of all of it was the blood belonged to some of the famous religious leaders that had vanished a few days ago.
I'd been awoken by my alarm going off. It was ten in the morning, time to get ready for work. Before I got out of bed I checked my phone. I scrolled through social media for a few minutes when I found a news article shared by my aunt. The article said something about some religion figures vanishing in the middle of their shows. I clicked on the article, expecting it to be a hoax. I skimmed through it and it went on to list all of the religious figures that had disappeared.
My friend texted me not five minutes later, asking me if I'd heard that the rapture had apparently happened earlier that day. Of course, I replied with that I had read something about it. She said her mom was freaking out, having a breakdown in the living room. She said her mom had her bible before her, reading it aloud, mixed with sobs. She was trying to get God to take her as well. I felt so bad for her.
At work, of course there were theories swirling around about what had happened and why those people were chosen. It wouldn't have been by chance. Some of them thought that God believed the only true religious followers were the ones making themselves known, spreading the word to hundreds upon thousands. One of them laughed at the idea that they thought God was judging them in heaven for misguiding so many people on earth.
I didn't really know what I believed. And quite frankly, I didn't care much. Religion wasn't really something I was interested in. I wasn't much of a believer in the idea that a God created the universe. I definitely wasn't after the idea that all those stories they told about in the bible actually happened. I couldn't get behind a great flood, nor a man parting a sea and walking between it. None of it seemed even the slightest bit possible.
Of course, who was I to argue religious stories not seeming real? A ton of religious people all over the world just vanished. There's no way science can explain away something like that.
The very next day, I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked out the window and saw red rain falling from the sky. I stepped outside and saw more people out there with me. Anything that had been out in the open for long enough started to turn a shade of red. I was lucky I was wearing dark clothes, as not to stain them by being outside. Why the hell was it raining blood?
I stepped inside and turned on my television. I turned on the news and heard the news people talking about the rain coming down. They went on to tell people that this was a sign in the bible about the end times. The news people honestly looked terrified as they told us, the viewers, that they had no idea what was to come of all this.
I looked out the window as fire sirens rolled by. I ran outside to see the church just down the road from us was on fire. This was it, I thought, God had indeed abandoned us.
Reports came in the next day, talking about how some people had collected and sampled some of the red rain from the previous day. Apparently it was actually blood. But the scariest part of all of it was the blood belonged to some of the famous religious leaders that had vanished a few days ago.
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