My attempt at one of these things. Tell me what you think
It was a beautiful, peaceful morning as the sun rose over the El Nido archipelago. Amazingly peaceful really. The birds were singing in a particularly peaceful way, waves were calmly lapping up on the beach, and the entire picture was one of, well, peace. And, more importantly, it was a picture of a land that had no idea of what was about to hit it.
The object was falling faster now, slashing through the atmosphere. An observer might have noticed that the object (which is what we shall call it, for lack of a better word) was small, unimpressive and, by all rights, should have disintegrated from the heat already. Had our observer been able to get close enough to touch the object (foolish floating observer that he is) he would have noticed that the object was not even hot, or for that matter, cold. In fact, it had no feeling at all, as if it was not even there. Had our observer been informed, this would have been extremely worrying.
The object continued to cut through the atmosphere, seeming to vanish and reappear occasionally. Breaking through a few clouds, its plunge became steeper, heading directly for a small lake near the middle of the largest island in the archipelago. Seconds later, it hit the surface of the lake and continued downward, without even making a splash, or a ripple.
And that was it. For another hour, nothing happened. Two more hours passed, and still, nothing. Our observer might have felt relief at this. Perhaps it had just kept going. This was false relief as it would turn out. As noon approached, the water at the point of impact began to bow inwards, as if being pulled down…
It was a beautiful, peaceful morning as the sun rose over the El Nido archipelago. Amazingly peaceful really. The birds were singing in a particularly peaceful way, waves were calmly lapping up on the beach, and the entire picture was one of, well, peace. And, more importantly, it was a picture of a land that had no idea of what was about to hit it.
The object was falling faster now, slashing through the atmosphere. An observer might have noticed that the object (which is what we shall call it, for lack of a better word) was small, unimpressive and, by all rights, should have disintegrated from the heat already. Had our observer been able to get close enough to touch the object (foolish floating observer that he is) he would have noticed that the object was not even hot, or for that matter, cold. In fact, it had no feeling at all, as if it was not even there. Had our observer been informed, this would have been extremely worrying.
The object continued to cut through the atmosphere, seeming to vanish and reappear occasionally. Breaking through a few clouds, its plunge became steeper, heading directly for a small lake near the middle of the largest island in the archipelago. Seconds later, it hit the surface of the lake and continued downward, without even making a splash, or a ripple.
And that was it. For another hour, nothing happened. Two more hours passed, and still, nothing. Our observer might have felt relief at this. Perhaps it had just kept going. This was false relief as it would turn out. As noon approached, the water at the point of impact began to bow inwards, as if being pulled down…