D a y o f O r i g i n
What began as an oddity, morphed into reality. Fueled by media frenzy, the phenomenon grew exponentially. Within days, revelations of oblivion amassed.
And this time, the world was listening.
My name is Richard Elston. And everyone I know is dead.
March, three years past it began. Six thousand people across North America died within a twenty-four hour period, reasons unexplained. Not so unusual, until you factor in one peculiar anomaly. All six thousand of them died on their birthday.
It got better.
The following day, over half a million people across three continents expired, on their day of origin.
Medical intervention proved futile. The dying would not be deterred.
Mass chaos ensued. Governments did little. While theorists theorized, the death rate magnified.
By the seventh day, obliteration hit overdrive. Fifteen million people perished, despite their birthday wish not to.
Three years later, few remain.
I remain.
Awaiting leap year day.
Originally published in AlienSkin Magazine
Mike Senczyszak ©2010
Chilling.
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Thanks Don! Funny, I was typing a comment to your post when your reply popped up. Great timing!
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Great minds….
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Creative
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Thanks Emily!
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Very ‘twilight zone’!
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Cheers, thanks!
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Oh wow! Great story idea and writing.
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Cheers, thanks Anne!
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Wow. I like it.
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Cheers, thank you!
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This has a mysterious air about it…it makes my mind go in a few different directions. Nicely done!
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Cheers, thanks for taking time to comment, much appreciated!
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Thanks for the shout-out! Much appreciated!
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Reblogged this on Senczyszak.com and commented:
Re-visiting an older micro-fiction piece.
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really chilling, loved it!
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Cheers, thank you!
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