sun Fall

The sun has been gone for a while now. The most difficult times were the first days, when chaos reigned in all cities, and all the features of development that people had sung for centuries had disappeared.

I ask myself every day how this happened.

I've been staying up a lot so I guess it wasn't that important to me, I'm closer to an owl than the dawn birds are

I didn't care much about what was happening outside, so I stayed up more and more, but even to me it was strange, it was past seven in the morning, but I didn't see my morning watch for the night ended, nor for the day began

Yes, we humans like to give meaning to our lives by counting them day by day and year by year until the candle or the sun is extinguished or what you want, in the hope that the more you live, the more you end more than the drops of time in a sea that has no bottom

But I think that the sun tonight did not ignite the flame of illusion another day.

Yes, I remember those screams from the vicious circle lovers. It was that worshiper who walked the streets of the city, screaming that the end was coming. My most important question was, was there a beginning?

After him, large crowds began walking in the streets, hoping that they would find the sun.

And the news caught on the mysterious circumstances of the disappearance of the sun from the sky of our galaxy

On the third day after her disappearance, I think I was the first to hear the screams of another neighbor. He was a physicist. I heard the sound of him burning himself in his house.

I think she wasn't the first aunt to commit suicide in the first days, but she was the closest to me. He was two blocks away from me.

And I think he died as a god, and in the end he didn't know what to do after he celebrated all that he lived for between day and night.

Especially since there are no laws established for our survival after these things happen

I think no one paid him any attention because they, in turn, would have done the same, but they are days away from him.

The crops that they depended on so much will begin to disappear in a few months, and the planet will not become green or blue. I think from space it will be closer to black.

Yes, as I thought, the moon was reflecting the sun's rays. I don't think anyone hates it more than the one who put forward that theory.

I think that all those who sang it will not find what they are concerned about now.

But the best I saw happy was my cousin who everyone thought was crazy all this time.

He dug this trench for years and collected everything that kept him alive for years. He did not even run like a frenzy to finish everything from the shops in the first hour of the beginning of this matter.

But I think he was collecting something else, and I knew what he was collecting after the sounds of shots resounded throughout the city for people who all wanted to take the last shot by flaying one of them so that they would not live another day or night in this madness.

But it was a long night for me. I won't need to see that illusion again, but those who opened the bars to death made me laugh, as if it was a night party that would never end.

And I don't want anyone to see me as some kind of sage, for I, too, began to think of going down a few hours in that bar in front of us.

The owner of that pub was always a man of imagination, explaining everything that happened in a better way than I did.

To go to my office and open the first book in it Yes it wasn't what you think It wasn't full of paper It was my old gun that I bought one winter night on a trip for me Or as I called it anyway I wasn't that much in love with books But what was funny The cover of the book was written An obvious mistake, "The End"

And don't get me wrong, I never read it, but I'm sure he didn't mention this ending in it.

Anyway, I've run out of all kinds of drinks from this house, and there's nothing left but water, which they no longer come to take a wish for.

I've been thinking about this a lot and no one has come to promise you how many drops of water you used today.

Anyway, I had to turn off that tap, which was like time to me for hours, looking out my window at the bar.

And after making sure that none of the owners of heavy weapons in it, I decided to go down

I opened the door of the house, which lit up as if it had come back again, but of course not, and the sound of someone's screams was not fear

It was my neighbour, who found no sense in closing the door after today, with one of his new lover, and those statements were fun cries, I suppose, if he knew what I meant.

He looked at me and asked me to join them. Yes, they were many. I don't think there is any meaning to two alone at night anymore.

I was not ashamed to approach to see how many of them were not ashamed to complete their cries, and they were more than six people, but I did not come close to anything except for that cigarette butt that he owed me, and he has been asking me for years to take one of them, and I think I have done now to greet you with your toast to respond to more than one person toasting you

I slowly went down the stairs, knowing that my neighbor's cries would not prevent anyone from pointing his weapon at me to take a bite out of my arms, for what the night was hiding from the lovers of all kinds of food appeared, and this includes me now.

I took out the chain that I wrapped around me with keys, and removed the first three chains from in front of the first door from the third.

One of my neighbors came out holding his rifle and pointed it in my face, and thank you to Tesla, the inventor of electricity, had it not been for his flashlight in my face, which kept my eyes for a few seconds, one of those bullets would have pierced me. But I know moments after he pointed the gun in my face

To smile that smile on his face. And I found out why, it was my book that I had never read

He looked at me and said, "I didn't know you had a weapon. Anyway, everyone carries it these days." He laughed afterwards, but it wouldn't help you much if you were far away.

I think he understands what he's saying, even though he celebrated his 70th birthday two days ago, but he still remembers how to hit a target miles away. He did not stop celebrating, it was the best evidence of his medal in UFO fishing for five years in a row.

Yes, I remember what was flying that day and it was not a dish.

I smiled at him after he gave me one of his guns from behind the door, and I think that his gun in my face was nothing but his start, he did not decide to do it before he invaded his door.

I do not thank him for answering that I will not stay away from this pub in any case, and thank you to anyone who calls himself a god who plays with us these frogs. He lowered the gun from my face after he completed his entire speech, brandishing it in front of me.

I don't laugh in my face thanking him for getting out of the door of the building and telling me that he won't lock all the chains until I come back in case something happens and I have to run towards the building and anyway all his guns are his automatic weapon which I'm not sure he won't hit me too in case something happens.

I hurry to the pub, which made me laugh for a moment, as I opened its doors, which were designed in the form of the doors of nineteenth century pubs.

to the cowboy, and my laughter was not but that as soon as I entered, more than ten weapons appeared in my face, as if we were completing a movie recording of the cowboy so that my hand on my head would stop them

Lei Jun, the owner of the bar, looked at me, "Put your hand down, you're welcome any time."

He puts down one of the large, full cups in front of him, "Here it is for you."

To approach the chair, which stopped me for a moment, to take out a handkerchief and wipe the bloodstain from its surface.

For Shroudy to stop his words, which began to inundate a topic he started before I entered about how this disaster was the best thing that happened in the history of the alcohol industry and how it was caused by this happening one day. His words came amid the laughter of everyone from his way of recounting what was happening, and he certainly did not make me laugh, as he did not have to change since the disappearance of the sun for the cowboy, nor for the songs in the background that were dominated by country songs in his hometown.

To stop the laughter, one of the corpses, or as we thought, flew through the door at my feet, and I'm talking about ten meters at least.

I did not find any trace of blood on him or anything, just what was strange what he was wearing of a white, coarse dress from some ancient theater, and I think, as I remember, those stories were in one of the deserts.

Only a few moments passed before his fingers moved and everyone pointed their weapons in his face, and I think I was the first of them.

My neighbor was not crazy to hit someone for commenting on his singing on his birthday

Rather, the days that preceded it, which were not free of soul-collectors, or so they used to call themselves, as they also wore the white dress closest to the haters of people of different skin, but nothing concealed their heads, which were painted with black ink around their eyes, necks and fingers, but their problem was not with people with dark skin, but They were all the owners of those big bags of rice, meat, or even women, or whatever could be eaten.

The innkeeper shouted at him after he turned and on his way grabbed one of the sticks they were playing with billiards.

To move the feet of the person sitting in front of my feet, which started to tremble after he started screaming holding his stomach.

To stop his cries that bullet that always wanted to get out of my hand without killing it

Lei Jun looks on in silence, I did what I should. To put down everyone's weapons, approaching the corpse

And in the midst of everyone's silence, looking at the blood on my face

I can't find my hand doesn't want to get off, and I think I knew why, the body moved again, but this time it vomited something bright.

He has vomited up what appears to be molten iron

Time stopped but this time completely as the moments passed slowly for me as I saw the screams of John and those around him for the corpse that started to stand, warning her to move.

But of course, time did not stop until he completed the story Arad started without taking advice, a system invented by those creatures in one of the planets called humans.

His eyes did not stop to look at that little lava that took the timbers of the tavern floor to stop and with a small number in it my eyes read, which wanted an explanation of many things since my childhood, as to what numbers I did not like, especially at that hour, which I can only stop now.

The quickest answer I got was in zero time. It was the same number I had dug up two days ago on one of the bullets with a kitchen knife. It's eleven.

It was the first shot that came out of this weapon as a reaction that I never wanted.

I would never race to stop their shots, which I knew would fall on something to take it as if it were one of the matches that did not succeed in kindling a fire that should never be lit.

But of course my words were no faster than their shots which began to fly past my eyes in view of one of the New Year's fireworks.

And here my eyes began to race the bullets that entered my stomach that thing that my eyes had not seen yet, and it was an attempt for my eyes to stop time to represent that role for one of the superheroes who stop the shots at the right time.

But of course she did nothing but tell me that she would slowly show me everything so that I could remember it in a story that wanted to take the spotlight from the sun itself.

To hurry with closing my eyes, I looked before at the face of this creature and was more shocked, not when I saw that he was human, but when I did not find a trace of my shots in his forehead, which my eyes made sure of recording more than the speed of any camera invented for our time in one second.

I closed my eyes at last and I think that time decided to move again, but I took the acceleration in front of my closed eyes to hear John's screams, which my ears did not answer.

To open my eyes and see everyone lying on the ground, but fortunately, I did not find an outlet for their cries, which is a good thing in this case, as their breaths were still beating to bring out this voice that the films struggled to record the cries of an injured person who does not find anything to pay his bills in one of the restaurants for who represents how he screams. And I should give them a zero because their voices weren't even close to John's mouth

who hit something in his foot. And I think that this movie helped me in the end, as if I saw that moment in the middle of the movie when the hero was hit by a bullet from the enemy that only hit his foot. So the movie gave him one after all.

Especially after I knew what had befallen them, it was the same as what had befallen my cup, from which I sipped only half of it

Anyway, it was free. It wasn't broken or had a hole in it!

It was rotting, yes, it was melting, and its bottom was one of those smells I didn't think was shot.

My eyes quickly returned to this person standing in front of me, looking only two meters away.

I felt at that moment that it was not necessary for me to finish this movie.

He looked at me while he was holding his stomach, on which I could not find any trace of bullets except for some of the burnt fabrics in his coarse white dress, which I was afraid would return as it was.

He was looking at me with those eyes of someone who felt unwell from something he ate and could not digest it.

I didn't know who should feel this malaise, was it my brain or that stomach around which he turned his hand in pain for something I don't see

To stop every meaning of the words I heard since I was young for something, and here I learned that all these years I thought I had learned more than one language that was useless, my voice was hoarse, as if I had already screamed for hours, or as if I had forgotten how the words came out of it.

But that's not all. His stomach began to light up as a lamp for one of the patient Frankenstein's experiments on one of the corpses that could not die.

To find the lights that became close to a volcano coming out of his mouth on the floor in the form of balls of flame and saliva like transparent lava closest to a glass that he did not complete his manufacture.

To say the first words and it wasn't anything I thought like sending a flame in my body to slowly melt, or the sound of one of the dinosaurs that didn't die in time, or one of the dragons that came out of one of the heavy books.

But it was a word that helped me!!

I did not know what to do, as I was seconds away from one of the heinous acts against my age, after I left this habit in my third year to start using the toilet.

He shouted, "Help me again, as he approaches me. Of course, my feet, which started racing a few minutes ago, did not help me to move alone to get out of my control, and of course the gun escaped from my hand, which became heavy on it, with the aim of escaping."

To pass me in the direction of one of the barrels full of what John hasn't stopped talking about minutes ago.

He grabbed the barrel as I grabbed his heavy cup for a while.

I thought I had a strong grip.

To turn it in his mouth and take a bath, as he did not use the tap at the bottom of the barrel.

I find steam burning like one of those tubes in that movie, which I swear is closer to my name, dejavu.

He disappeared in the midst of the steam, and his cries filled with drowning, as if he loved death by drowning, after he was closer to hating a flame in the midst of the vapors.

To leave the barrel and head for another next to him to complete three.

And I thought that I was the holder of the largest record in the wild university parties, amid the red plastic cups, which no one could destroy my record with.

Then he went to the water faucet, which was not wide enough for his thirst to break it and become a fountain of boiling water, one of whose drops preceded my body, which began to move away to rest on my palm, which in turn took to dancing as well as the bird in one of