Round 1 : Shaken
Round 2: Shaken 2
"My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken."
The writer put down his pen and checked his bible as to the reference of the scripture just written by the pen.
"It is Psalm 62:1,2"
He saw such a response even before opening the book. So he went on writing.
All over the earth becomes quiet. Only those words coming from nowhere are heard. Each time they are spoken, the dissipated lights become stronger. But there aren't any humans in those flames of lights that seemed to be coming from the match sticks.
The lights from the match sticks went higher. They settled themselves in the air, high enough for humans on the darkened earth not to reach them.
"Oh, lights! Come to me!", many pleaded;
"Share your lights, bastards!", are also heard;
"Father in heaven, forgive me!", shouts others;
All speaking in different languages coming from every corner of the earth.
Only, but only ones from the match sticks, nothing can be heard. Just quietness. Peace seemed to be present in them. No one can reach them, nor wind nor any blows can turn them off.
Not too long, a nerve breaking sound is heard all over the earth. A strong, rushing, roaring and angry waves of the ocean!
"Water!"
All humans on earth are enveloped with indescribable fear as they hear the terrifying sound of water coming unto them.
The big waves joined together became a big white wall before their eyes. The big wall gave a second of flashing light, but only to fall on them and trample all who have seen it!
Loud shouts of death can be felt all over; not just from the white wall of waves, but the enormity of fears in the soul of men.
Then slowly, the water started to leave. Slowly.
The earth became quiet. For a long while no sound can be heard anywhere.
All stepping its soil are fallen, wet and dirty with mud.
Eventually, one by one, humans started to rise. They hardly recognize each other. All covered with mud, stumbled on top of another and most of all, darkened inside their soul and full of anger.
Slowly, words are heard again from nowhere.
"Find rest, O my soul in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken."
Before it could occur to the writer to consult his bible about the scripture just written, the pen has already responded.
"It is Psalm 62:5,6."
So the writer just kept on working.
A second after those words covered the air, a louder sound, joined and a strong force came from humans on the earth.
"Aaaahhhh!!!"
It was an angry, uprising, revoltous, and horrifying sound coming from those who got back to their feet as they just recovered themselves. So many of them!
"Stop!"
They shouted looking at the lights on top of their heads. Their eyes were flashing with fiery red, full of hate in them.
They picked up their muds and threw them up in the air to the lights, but none could reach them. The failed efforts made them more anguished than ever.
"How can we all not understand?"
The writer threw his pen on top of the table, feeling upset of how the story was going.
"How can we not comprehend the messages of Nature?"
He left his table, opened his window and felt the sweetness of the night while looking at the twinkling stars in the company of the bright moon.
After a while, he recovered his temper. He decided not to continue writing, but opened his bible.
"You, O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light."
Without him knowing, the pen moved and pointed to the lines of scripture he was praying with eyes closed, in the opened bible on top of his table.
It was Psalm 18:28.
And continued writing to give the final message of the story.
"The Lord thundered from heaven; the voice of the Most High resounded."
Finally, the pen called it a good night for his writer after writing the reference of the last scripture which is Psalm 18:13.
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