Baramoth
by David Chorlton

Fire and destruction lay everywhere. The sun was beaming down its rays of power, imprisoning all below in its malicious blanket of fire. The sun sitting proud in the sky like a king sat on his throne. Volcanoes stretching high, bubbling freely as if angered. The sky dyed red like flowing blood with streaks of vibrant amber. Trees that were once as green as apples from the Garden of Eden eternally reduced to soot. The whole place was a never ending black sheet.

The Fire Island nearly deserted and isolated. A thick sludgy kind of water running around the edge, acting like a barrier. As destruction roams freely its people are hidden away in the rocks as if playing hide and seek. The creatures in many ways human but each with a very ape like figure. Their huge eyes like two sphere marbles and their furs short and strong like a toilet brush. Each of its inhabitants tall and immensely strong. Every being with a sash holding a stone dagger as sharp as a shark's tooth freshly yanked from snapping jaw. Though they appear cheerful their true inner self caged in them like a circus tiger. Each creature's face wrinkled in confusion like an the bark of an ancient tree.. Their mouths earthquakes and their skin grey solid concrete freshly off a building site.

How has this island come to be as miserable as a graveyard haunted by blood and death? Souls of the dead flowing like rivers.

Legend tells of the island to once have been so beautiful it would take a strong mind to be able to cast their eyes on such towering beauty. The flowers are continuously chanting a tuneful melody. The grass is as soft as the clouds used to form God's pillow. Its beauty eternal or so they thought.

Almost twenty years ago this land came as a kingly gift from their God, Trugoth Father of the Sun. This was in order to honour their pledge of forever devotion to him.

For many years Trugoth watched over these creatures as if they were his own children to see as he greatly feared. Greed had overcome and betrayed them. The ground was as bare as trees in winter and fruit been stripped completely. This land had made them corrupt. They no longer fended or worked for food and money. They just helped themselves with tremendous greed. Trugoth's anger was as immense as a charging rhino being pursued by poachers for its ivory. In extreme anger he sentenced his people to a world of misery where trees and beauty don't exist, only pain and destruction.

As punishment he began a blaze that was as hot as Jupiter at full heat and as huge in diameter as Africa. As the fire burned and crackled, anything beautiful was destroyed like a twig being crushed by a human foot. They were left with only destruction instead of beauty.