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The sound of the explosion woke him. It was one of the loudest sounds he had heard in his life. The whole world seemed to be shaking, it seemed to continue for several second before it suddenly stopped.

Opening his eyes, a feeling of panic quickly spread throughout his body. He could see nothing. Hearing nothing. All he was aware of was the sulphuric taste of thick smoke as it burned the back of his throat. Struggling to breathe in but only choking on the fumes. His mind raced considering all the possibilities. The one that seemed most likely was that there must be some sort of fire in the house and that he had to escape.

He struggled to remember what he ought to do, but even through the panic he recalled the best chance of survival was to get close to the floor, where the air ought to be purer. Pushing away his duvet he slid from his bed and onto the floor, while he continued to choke on the fumes. The carpet felt rough against his unshaven cheek and smelt strangely musty. For some unknown reason he found himself wondering if it needed to be vacuum cleaned, and in that moment he forgot his predicament. As he gasp for air he felt relieved to discover that he could breathe. Although his eyes were watering, irritated by the smoke, he blinked several times to try and clear them. As he squinted he could just about make out the outline of the door and began to crawl towards it and the stairs that lay beyond. He was hoping to escape from whatever it was going on inside the house. As he crawled outside his bedroom and onto the landing the smoke seemed to disappear. He was able to breathe and see clearly. He slammed the door closed to prevent the smoke floating into the other rooms in his house. He took a deep breath of the fresh air and began a coughing fit, spitting out whatever had gathered in his lungs. All that remained for him to do was to get out, and get some sort of help. He ran down the stairs as quickly as he could and burst out the front door.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The familiar sights that he witnessed before were gone. The houses. The cars. The lawns. All gone. All he could see was piles of rubble; every single house had disappeared. All that remained was rubble, rubble as far as the eye could see. The sky was cloaked with thick dark, thunderous clouds. He turned around on the stop, surveying the scenery. Every house had been reduced to rubble. The only thing that remained almost undamaged was his own house, which for some mysterious reason seemed undamaged. And the world seemed cloaked in complete silence; the normal sounds of day to day life in suburbia were lost. The rumble of traffic, the sound of car alarms, the barking of dogs, the sound of children playing, the mindless banality of televisions and radios were all gone. The world seemed to have ended. Everything looked to have gone, he could not be sure what had happened, it reminded him of Hiroshima or Nagaski. Overwhelmed by emotion he crouched among the dirt and began to cry.

As the tears of despair streamed down his face he was amazed as when ran down his face and they hit the ground new life seemed to form. In a few seconds the slightly damp ground turned green and a green shoot began to rise rapidly into the air. Within a few seconds it had already risen to several inches tall. Then, just as rapidly, from the top of the bud exploded an array of blue as a brilliant green flower formed from the stem before his eyes. The whole flower had formed in only a few seconds.

Hope had been reborn.
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The sound of the explosion woke him. It was one of the loudest sounds he had heard in his life. The whole world seemed to be shaking, it seemed to continue for several second before it suddenly stopped.

Opening his eyes, a feeling of panic quickly spread throughout his body. He could see nothing. Hearing nothing. All he was aware of was the sulphuric taste of thick smoke as it burned the back of his throat. Struggling to breathe in but only choking on the fumes. His mind raced considering all the possibilities. The one that seemed most likely was that there must be some sort of fire in the house and that he had to escape.

He struggled to remember what he ought to do, but even through the panic he recalled the best chance of survival was to get close to the floor, where the air ought to be purer. Pushing away his duvet he slid from his bed and onto the floor, while he continued to choke on the fumes. The carpet felt rough against his unshaven cheek and smelt strangely musty. For some unknown reason he found himself wondering if it needed to be vacuum cleaned, and in that moment he forgot his predicament. As he gasp for air he felt relieved to discover that he could breathe. Although his eyes were watering, irritated by the smoke, he blinked several times to try and clear them. As he squinted he could just about make out the outline of the door and began to crawl towards it and the stairs that lay beyond. He was hoping to escape from whatever it was going on inside the house. As he crawled outside his bedroom and onto the landing the smoke seemed to disappear. He was able to breathe and see clearly. He slammed the door closed to prevent the smoke floating into the other rooms in his house. He took a deep breath of the fresh air and began a coughing fit, spitting out whatever had gathered in his lungs. All that remained for him to do was to get out, and get some sort of help. He ran down the stairs as quickly as he could and burst out the front door.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The familiar sights that he witnessed before were gone. The houses. The cars. The lawns. All gone. All he could see was piles of rubble; every single house had disappeared. All that remained was rubble, rubble as far as the eye could see. The sky was cloaked with thick dark, thunderous clouds. He turned around on the stop, surveying the scenery. Every house had been reduced to rubble. The only thing that remained almost undamaged was his own house, which for some mysterious reason seemed undamaged. And the world seemed cloaked in complete silence; the normal sounds of day to day life in suburbia were lost. The rumble of traffic, the sound of car alarms, the barking of dogs, the sound of children playing, the mindless banality of televisions and radios were all gone. The world seemed to have ended. Everything looked to have gone, he could not be sure what had happened, it reminded him of Hiroshima or Nagaski. Overwhelmed by emotion he crouched among the dirt and began to cry.

As the tears of despair streamed down his face he was amazed as when ran down his face and they hit the ground new life seemed to form. In a few seconds the slightly damp ground turned green and a green shoot began to rise rapidly into the air. Within a few seconds it had already risen to several inches tall. Then, just as rapidly, from the top of the bud exploded an array of blue as a brilliant green flower formed from the stem before his eyes. The whole flower had formed in only a few seconds.

Hope had been reborn.
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The sound of the explosion woke him. It was one of the loudest sounds he had heard in his life. The whole world seemed to be shaking, it seemed to continue for several second before it suddenly stopped.

Opening his eyes, a feeling of panic quickly spread throughout his body. He could see nothing. Hearing nothing. All he was aware of was the sulphuric taste of thick smoke as it burned the back of his throat. Struggling to breathe in but only choking on the fumes. His mind raced considering all the possibilities. The one that seemed most likely was that there must be some sort of fire in the house and that he had to escape.

He struggled to remember what he ought to do, but even through the panic he recalled the best chance of survival was to get close to the floor, where the air ought to be purer. Pushing away his duvet he slid from his bed and onto the floor, while he continued to choke on the fumes. The carpet felt rough against his unshaven cheek and smelt strangely musty. For some unknown reason he found himself wondering if it needed to be vacuum cleaned, and in that moment he forgot his predicament. As he gasp for air he felt relieved to discover that he could breathe. Although his eyes were watering, irritated by the smoke, he blinked several times to try and clear them. As he squinted he could just about make out the outline of the door and began to crawl towards it and the stairs that lay beyond. He was hoping to escape from whatever it was going on inside the house. As he crawled outside his bedroom and onto the landing the smoke seemed to disappear. He was able to breathe and see clearly. He slammed the door closed to prevent the smoke floating into the other rooms in his house. He took a deep breath of the fresh air and began a coughing fit, spitting out whatever had gathered in his lungs. All that remained for him to do was to get out, and get some sort of help. He ran down the stairs as quickly as he could and burst out the front door.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The familiar sights that he witnessed before were gone. The houses. The cars. The lawns. All gone. All he could see was piles of rubble; every single house had disappeared. All that remained was rubble, rubble as far as the eye could see. The sky was cloaked with thick dark, thunderous clouds. He turned around on the stop, surveying the scenery. Every house had been reduced to rubble. The only thing that remained almost undamaged was his own house, which for some mysterious reason seemed undamaged. And the world seemed cloaked in complete silence; the normal sounds of day to day life in suburbia were lost. The rumble of traffic, the sound of car alarms, the barking of dogs, the sound of children playing, the mindless banality of televisions and radios were all gone. The world seemed to have ended. Everything looked to have gone, he could not be sure what had happened, it reminded him of Hiroshima or Nagaski. Overwhelmed by emotion he crouched among the dirt and began to cry.

As the tears of despair streamed down his face he was amazed as when ran down his face and they hit the ground new life seemed to form. In a few seconds the slightly damp ground turned green and a green shoot began to rise rapidly into the air. Within a few seconds it had already risen to several inches tall. Then, just as rapidly, from the top of the bud exploded an array of blue as a brilliant green flower formed from the stem before his eyes. The whole flower had formed in only a few seconds.

Hope had been reborn.
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He woke with a start. Not quite sure what it was that must have woken him, his brain struggled to get into gear. Where was he?

He felt he was somewhere vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t really be sure. As he senses returned he realised he was on a bed, not his bed but a bed nevertheless. His head felt groggy, everything a blur. He felt a deep sense of foreboding. It was as if something bad had happened but he didn’t know what. His eyes growing ever more accustomed to the darkness. He needed his glasses, to his left was a bedside table and he fumbled for his glasses. For a moment there was that sense of panic when his hands failed to find them. Then suddenly he felt the cold metal against the tips of his fingers. Hurriedly he slide them on, anxiously, he always felt somewhere powerless without them. Even in the darkness everything seemed somehow clearer.

Suddenly he was aware that something or someone was next to him in the bed. He could feel the warmth of their body. Hear the sounds of their breath. The way the covers moved up and down as they breathed. He was instantly aware of his own nakedness. Did he dare look? Slowly he peeled back the covers. He gulped. Then suppressed a scream. His worst nightmare had come true.
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He woke with a start. Not quite sure what it was that must have woken him, his brain struggled to get into gear. Where was he?

He felt he was somewhere vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t really be sure. As he senses returned he realised he was on a bed, not his bed but a bed nevertheless. His head felt groggy, everything a blur. He felt a deep sense of foreboding. It was as if something bad had happened but he didn’t know what. His eyes growing ever more accustomed to the darkness. He needed his glasses, to his left was a bedside table and he fumbled for his glasses. For a moment there was that sense of panic when his hands failed to find them. Then suddenly he felt the cold metal against the tips of his fingers. Hurriedly he slide them on, anxiously, he always felt somewhere powerless without them. Even in the darkness everything seemed somehow clearer.

Suddenly he was aware that something or someone was next to him in the bed. He could feel the warmth of their body. Hear the sounds of their breath. The way the covers moved up and down as they breathed. He was instantly aware of his own nakedness. Did he dare look? Slowly he peeled back the covers. He gulped. Then suppressed a scream. His worst nightmare had come true.
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He woke with a start. Not quite sure what it was that must have woken him, his brain struggled to get into gear. Where was he?

He felt he was somewhere vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t really be sure. As he senses returned he realised he was on a bed, not his bed but a bed nevertheless. His head felt groggy, everything a blur. He felt a deep sense of foreboding. It was as if something bad had happened but he didn’t know what. His eyes growing ever more accustomed to the darkness. He needed his glasses, to his left was a bedside table and he fumbled for his glasses. For a moment there was that sense of panic when his hands failed to find them. Then suddenly he felt the cold metal against the tips of his fingers. Hurriedly he slide them on, anxiously, he always felt somewhere powerless without them. Even in the darkness everything seemed somehow clearer.

Suddenly he was aware that something or someone was next to him in the bed. He could feel the warmth of their body. Hear the sounds of their breath. The way the covers moved up and down as they breathed. He was instantly aware of his own nakedness. Did he dare look? Slowly he peeled back the covers. He gulped. Then suppressed a scream. His worst nightmare had come true.

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