The Dark is Not All
They had taken the light. All lights everywhere were gone. First the stars winked out one by one. Then the Sun grew dark before vanishing. Without the Sun there was no moon. It was probably still out there in that deep darkness but we couldn't see it.
We thought we were safe. Well not safe, despite what the government said, but okay. We had generators, nuclear power plants, hydro-electric dams. We had light and even in the most remote places, we had fire. For a little while. Then they took that too.
We were already turning on each other before the food shortages. I thought people were crazy before the unthinkable happened. It's worse now that we're all blind. Savage beatings and broken cries erupted in the infinite dark that surrounded each one of us. I've lost count of the number of corpses I've stumbled across. They litter every street, every building. The world is rot.
I stifled a cry at the thought of such loss.
A hand reached out and found my own. In that seed of our clasped hands, warmth blossomed.
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Make a very dark, bleak moment in your story. One that seems like it may consume and destroy everything. Whether it's fully stopped, or you just shine a ray of light by the end, make sure to sprinkle on some hope.
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