random thoughts about random things

There’s the howling again. A rabid wolf around the house, prowling and tearing at the seams, knocking over buckets and gnawing at bolts. A frightening thought drowned in a crushing fear when the wolf proves it’s truly invisible, even at it’s most frantic, when the whole world is illuminated by a massive tear in the world. The wolf remains unseen. The unbridled fear of the wolf quickly turns to the sudden tear that opened to let in a flashing sliver of light from a distant sun, the breath is taken away in the same moment. A moment, an instant before the frightening vision is cut off by the ominous rumble following the tearing of an impossible magnitude, rolling over everyone, a rumble of an impending doom. The rumble chased away the thought of the rabid and invisible wolf for a fleeting second, even the other world out there, sending a shiver down spines and hearts thumping just a little bit harder. Immediately the wolf is heard and felt again, even more frenzied and furious in it’s attempts at reaching the feast within. When it’s bloodthirsty work isn’t drowned in the terror of the tearing, the massive sundering of the world, then once again there is the howling and creaking that makes your thoughts fly around the thought of how thin the protective walls are against the onslaught of another world. A world unseen, only felt and heard, gnawing at the stomach.