Fictional Narrative (Sam Dumas).

…As the night sky began to peak its way through the subtle grays and blues of the hazy October day, the wind took a sudden gust over the city and an eery feeling was a constant throughout the city.

 

Just a few short hours earlier, Michigan Avenue was as bright and clean as any tourist or resident often brags about.  The streets were flooded with a healthy mix of business suits and tennis shoes, with the cars weaving in and out of what appeared to be a perfect autumn day.  With one street performer as entertaining as the next, crowds frequently formed at most street corners, taking in the energy that the magnificent city of Chicago had always brought to its visitors from sunrise to sunset….

 

This day, however, was not like any other…

 

As the clock struck seven and rush hour was beginning to fade, so were the suns gleaming rays.  The once vibrant city streets continued to lesson in size.  As if a vacuum was sucking it out, nearly all the cities energy had been swept away and replaced with a negative air.  Neither a street performer, nor a lit up storefront remained.  Human life had seemingly disappeared and left what?  Not a flashing street light, gentle stomp of a pedestrian’s foot, or even a subtle break in the nearby waters.  

 

All that could be seen was a dark and gloomy over passing of air.  Suddenly, one of the largest hubs of travel and communication had now become a secluded, dark, and entirely separate entity.  Neither a scream or a gunshot could be heard.  All that was left was the unknown.  The unknown cloud that hung just northwest of one of Chicago’s most famous structures, the unknown noises swiftly swept across the skyline, and the unknown cause of such a bizarre circumstance.

 

As the early nighttime hours crept on by, the sky worsened in color.  The few white spots were disappearing, the grays turned to black, and the black blackened.  Soon enough, the whole sky appeared to be black.  Ten o’clock struck, as did eleven and twelve.  The buildings swagger now turned into a scary swing as the wind picked up in speed…

 

With the sky entirely black and night in all its glory, distant noises of pain began to beckon out over Lake Michigan.  What was separated at first by minutes quickened to loud shrills every thirty seconds until the noises stopped.  The wind did as well, and so did the buildings swing and swagger. 

 

As the morning hours came back around, the sun did not.  The morning rush hour was replaced with a silent air or horror.  Days turned into week and weeks turned into months.  autumn had now come and gone and winter replaced it.  The normally cold days were dull and lifeless.  Not a footstep could be heard.  Months continued to pass and so did years. 

 

Chicago was forever lost and never again visited.  The city eventually froze over and its inhabitants were never found.  The city was untouchable, not penetrable from any direction, leaving the once vibrant city as a dark time in space, never to be appreciated for its energy and glow ever again.