I have no words to describe how I feel. I have my roots in Nepal, and I sit here completely heartbroken as i write this small piece for this weeks friday fictioneers. I pray for the departed souls, and hope that the people there stay strong and united in this difficult time.
It woke up equally powerful like it’d 84 years earlier.
People ran towards the station hall and the open space around it. The sky turned grey; the ground shook violently. Their homes and their ancient history collapsed and flew as dust.
It’d come without any warning.
They screamed as they ran for their lives. There was nothing but panic and cries. Some tried to jump to safety from tall buildings, only to be buried underneath it.
It hit them with a magnitude of 7.9, and went underground with many of their loved ones.
Then, the sun shone upon their loss.