The Black GoldDeath crept upon us that day, silently floating on the surface of the sea. We were unaware, unprepared for the blackness that would claim so many for its own.More Like This
The first I knew about the disaster were the screams of the dying. I heard them from miles away – the choking, the drowning. It was horrifying; I had never heard such a sound in my life before. I’d say that I wish never to hear it again, but I know I will – every time I try to sleep, it will re-echo around in the inky darkness of my mind.
They were screaming. Not for themselves, but for us.
Fly away! they cried Leave us! Don’t try and help. Live!
Fly I did, but not away. The curiosity of my youth led me towards the chanting of the dead-birds singing. On the peak of a cliff I landed, and saw sprawled out before me a graveyard – a black abyss peppered with white. Although I had never seen such a sight before, the name came rushing to me from nightmarish stories whispered from my chickhood