Apocalypse
A Fictional Story
Nov 1 · 3 min read

8th October 2045, Sunday
The scorching sun had shed the redness on the window pane. Clara woke up and thought its the sunbeams. She pressed a button implanted in her hand, a virtual window appeared, and the screen showed a mass of smoke which launched like a rocket. She swiped the screens, but all the cameras showed blurry red and orange images, so she rushed out of her…


