Descriptive Essay About Hera

Hera

Half of the sky is black.

Much of the world is covered by the shadow of the thing. In some places, night time lasts hours and hours, as its shadow passes by in the morning, casting darkness over the sky. Sometimes we have darkness in the middle of the day, it depends

Each day, the darkness gets longer as the thing gets closer. I worry about it. What will happen if it hits earth? What happens if the president is wrong?

The thing does have a name. It’s called Hera, which is technically short for (80677) 2029 GH87.

The pastor says it will be fine, that God will save us. He wouldn’t create the universe to then kill all the living beings within it.

No matter how close it looks, it’s still pretty far away. It’s not a huge comet. The government will nuke it, or set off nearby nukes. If that fails, sublimate it using lasers. They can land on it with a giant rocket to try and change its course

There was water and nonperishables stored within the shelter, which helped me get by. They were running out, fast, as half were destroyed in the initial hgue earthquake. Whenever I needed the toilet, I went into the same bucket in the other corner. It was the most disgusting smell that haunted the shelter. My leg began to get infested from the stuffy air. A green coating surrounded the wound, which I had used half of my ripped t-shirt as a bandage for.

Then, the noises started to subside. The winds, which I easily would have estimated to be far faster than tornados, start decreasing in speed, as the noises get quieter. On the twentieth day after the incident, I started to hear a loud rushing noise. Over that, I heard footsteps. My heart soared, then a knock on the door. A voice. “Anyone down here?”

I crawled to the opening. The sky is now a grey colour behind the face of my savior, filled with dust and mud. The face of the person is young, about 20 or so, and male. . “You’re alive! Finally! Someone!” “I’m sorry?