Darkfire Sunrise


“The angels are coming to save me!”

Rose pressed her hands to the glass and wept. She needed to beckon the angels to their sanctuary so they could save her. After weeks of torment, locked away in a strange place, she longed for a sign it was all over and she could be absolved of her sins. Every night she read passages of the Bible to her companions in the hope they too would see the truth.

They were being punished for the sins of mankind.

Alone and frightened the small group waited for the all clear. But it never came. The TV had stopped working. The radio too. They were all alone. Rose believed she would be saved. She felt it deep in her soul. One day salvation would come.

“Don’t you see?” she asked her companions. No one spoke. “They’ve come. The army of angels I promised you.”

Until that day the sky had been shrouded in a grey blanket of cloud. No one had set foot outside their refuge. Every discussion ended the same way – Why don’t you go out first?

Bravery was a luxury no one wanted to buy.

When Rose saw the crimson fire of the sunrise she knew she was blessed. She wanted to speak for the others, she knew some were inclined to believe her, but as for the rest there was little hope. She recognised how their deep streaks of cynicism had scared their souls. They wouldn’t be saved. Only believers had that chance.

“You’ll see,” she told them. “When the angels arrive you’ll see the truth.”

No one replied. Maybe no one dared to think this ageing spinster was right. Maybe no one cared to hear her optimism.

Rose pressed her body against the glass and gazed at the army of angels that burned the evil from the sky.

“I’m here,” she said. “Please save me.”


“So it finally happened. The demons are coming to rape our souls for all eternity.”

Chester sat in his chair and stared out of the window at the dark red fire that scorched the sky. He knew this day would come. Mankind had finally pushed itself over the brink and he was the only one in the group who foresaw such an event.

The group had come together when the world tore itself apart. He didn’t like any of them. The mother and the little girl who wouldn’t stop crying. The business man who complained about his Blackberry not working. The students who tried to keep everyone happy and upbeat. And Rose. Pathetic Rose and her stories of salvation.

She was a selfish bitch. Always me, me, me. He pitied her. There were no angels. If he were an angel he wouldn’t save anyone who had ravaged what God had granted them. Chester knew it wouldn’t be light that came to them but darkness.

“You’re blind if you think this is going to end well,” said Chester.

Chester didn’t care if no one replied. They probably hated him as much as he hated them. In another time and place he would have avoided every single one of them. All caught up in a world travelling full pelt toward doomsday. With their technology, convenience stores and opinions about everything.

The old man had listened to Rose at the start but it was obvious she was delusional. Mankind had obliterated the Garden of Eden and ripped away the last shreds of security against the demon hordes.

“Prepare yourselves for damnation,” he said to the group. “We’re all going to burn in eternal Hell for what we’ve done.”

No one disagreed. Chester knew they couldn’t.

He stared at the dark fire as it ate the sky. The demons were coming for them.

“Come and take me, you filth,” said Chester. “My soul is prepared to accept the consequences.”


“And over here is where a group of survivors took shelter from the blast.”

Kim directed her class to an old restored barn.

“Is it true they died in there?” asked Samuel.

Kim nodded. “Yes. History is unclear about how they died. Some reports say it was starvation. Others state it was the poison. No one really knows for sure.”

“They’re ghosts now,” piped up little Emily at the back of the group.

Kim chuckled. “Well I don’t know about that but let’s hope they’re at peace.”

“I heard that too,” said Samuel. “And that when there’s a really big sunrise, and if you’re real quiet, you can see them standing at the window, watching and waiting.”

Kim saw anxious faces and clapped her hands together. “Okay class. We’ve got tents to pitch next,” she said. The class groaned. “But first let’s head on over to the visitor centre for some breakfast.”

The class strolled away.

Kim glanced up at the windows that reflected the deep red clouds of the morning sky.

Two faces stared back at her.

This short story was inspired by Indigo Spider’s Sunday Picture Press – a challenge to write between 50 and 1500 word piece of fiction using one of 5 photos as a prompt.

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This picture prompt is by Michael Glatt http://www.inspireinsight.com.

Excellent picture prompts from Indigo. If you want to join in and write a short piece of fiction clicky-click Indigo Spider’s link above and wrap your imagination around one of the pictures.

11 thoughts on “Darkfire Sunrise

  1. Another fantastic entry Dave. Nice to start SPP off with a bang, or a burn w/some ghostly faces staring back 🙂 I like this story, its a thinker, I feel doom and uplift at the same time lol

  2. Amazing! I couldn’t stop reading. And to think, all I was trying to do was capture the beautiful sun in the reflection of the firehouse windows. Look forward to reading more in the future.

    1. Gosh, is that your photograph? I added a link, as requested by Indigo Spider on her Sunday Picture Press. It’s an amazing photo, so many possible stories to tell about it. Glad you liked the story. Thank you for the comment.

    1. Thanks Sonia! I’m always surprised at how the picture prompts bring forth a story I wouldn’t have thought without an image to base it around. Sunday Picture Press sure has a way of focussing the brain.

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