The hustle of the bustling city was contrasting the mellow tone of the sunset by the coast. A sea of men dashed to a grandiose worshipping palace as melancholy enchanted the air surrounding the town. A sense of doom anxiously lingered in thou mind. The air was changing, the wind was shifting and the earth was rumbling. A brute had woken up from its millennial hibernation. The sea of men scattered into puddles as a dark sinister gray ash-filled blanket haunted the city from above.

The puddles of men then were separated in unison, a river of them flooded the deep and vast silence of the West seas brimming with sky high waves. A strait of them rushed up the harsh and rocky track up the Southern summits and drops of them were sheltering in the rubbles of the chaos filled with fear and a sense of annihilation.

The immeasurable ash and immense pumice of the brute was devastating, its breath filled with potent poison and its sole punctured the city to rubbles and dust. A quick wisp of the clouds engulfed the city in seconds. The gigantic debris was crashing down uncontrollably exterminating the citizens as prehistory repeated itself.

The buildings were blazed and burnt with the skin-melting hot sulfurous wind. The drops of men who stayed were wiped out and petrified by another wave of murderous ash. The river of men was forced to stay as the sky-high toxic waves engulfed them. Only the strait of men who ascended to the majestic Latarri summit was left with their souls. The brute had had its time, Vesuvius rested again.

By: William Roderick, Secondary 2 Peace