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 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>
 
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+  Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror, 1st person, present tense, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
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+(temp=3, q4km)
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+Icy horror creeps down my spine like an unseen presence, making each fiber quake with dread. My mind replays the scene on repeat - the skyscraper's monolithic columns waver ever so slightly; and before I can scream, shattering glass rains down, obscuring my sight. The acrid smell of ozone burns my nostrils. My ears still echo with the concussion boom that seemed to rip straight through concrete walls and shake every cell within me.
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+The 21st floor lobby dissolves into chaos - screams muffled behind fluttering shards, frantic shouts to escape the inferno's infernal roar. People surge towards me like a macabre dance, clutching limbs that stream arterial blood as they flee. Instincts scream I run, now - hide - do something. Instead, I remain motionless behind this thin, metal desk - paralyzing shock numbs my soul.
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+Panic threatens to suffocate me. Thoughts spin wildly within the fractured cage of my skull:
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+Get down. Duck, cover your head!
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+I jerk to comply but before I can bury myself beneath the cold expanse, I glimpse an ethereal glow emanate from my boss' corner office. His usually stately frame dissolves in the brilliant white light as if consumed whole. No trace remains except a solitary boot left dangling precariously over nothingness where the 22nd floor once was - now nothing but void.
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+Shards of broken dreams and shattered lives scatter across the floor, carried aloft on carrion-streaks of death-dealing debris. Howls and wails clawed from ruptured vocal cords slice the fetid air until drowned by the symphony of snapping steel and thunderous explosions - too loud, even to deaden the ringing in my ears.
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+Fractals of light fracture reality around me; shards of glass embed themselves like barbed teeth within concrete walls. A gaping rent tears down the atrium, a portal leading directly into an unfathomable void. And yet I feel drawn to peer closer... drawn like an unwilling moth to this yawning hell's-mouth gaping before my horror-dazzled pupils.
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+Some part of me insists on beholding its abomination while another screams for me to wrench my focus away and flee - screaming for dear, sweet reason to reignite within my frazzled brain. Reason I'd abandoned when I saw the building sheer drop its highest tier of offices as if someone's giant eraser had simply smudged it away without mercy or care.
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+As if in macabre solidarity, my stomach lurches. Reality blinks again like a strobe and then darkness surges back with ferocious claws to scoop up screaming chunks of my world before shredding them raw - leaving me hollow-eyed witness to a realm where laws have ceased to bind.
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+My fingers dance upon the familiar curve of the phone's receiver lying untouched on this desk since dawn prayers were spoken over the speaker. Its plastic body trembles against mine as I beg myself: Pick up! Must call someone... Anyone will do!
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+Logic flees. Reasonless terror governs my movements. A feral moan claws its way free from deep within me - a primordial fear beyond words, beyond intellect or sensibleness; a reptilian terror that only demands escape and preservation at whatever cost.
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+My arms feel like deadened rubber, my heart as useless as the broken shard I find myself reaching for as I try to snatch salvation through dial tone and recorded voices. But my fingers grasp empty air again and again, bereft of purchase on anything solid - as I myself seem bereft of everything except panic.
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+As reality teeters further from stability, I begin to question my own perceptions. Have these screams been real? Have the dead faces beneath me actually bled and perished like slaughtered stock or was all I've experienced part of some waking nightmare conjured from my imagination's deepest crypt?
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+Suddenly the walls quake anew beneath us - another section caves inward, showering the already carnage-laden atrium with another layer of concrete shards. Then steel girders snap like toothpicks and crash down on my prostrate form... 
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+This cannot end like this.
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+Can anything worse still follow after horror's worst-case-scenario? 
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+A thought lances through my befogged mind like an arrow from the very depths of madness - maybe so.
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+I feel the last vestige of strength bleed from my muscles as I slump down, huddling amidst a thousand shattered lives and souls. If I survive this... 
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+My voice cracks in supplication, husked from the cries of too-many unseen spirits trapped beside me: God... help us...
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+Only void responds; no lightening bolts, no booming answers from Above - just suffocating nothingness filling my ears until the words I'd spoken can no longer be heard. 
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+Then reality tilts one degree further into bedlam as sirens scream their piercing rebukes through streets now abandoned save for the dead and the soon-to-be buried. Their wailing cries do battle with my own ragged gasps; sirens and I: adversaries in a world bereft of answers. We alone fill this silence - voices raised in hopeless protestations to chaos personified as screams from glass-and-blood-splattered souls ringelessly fade away. And I alone bear witness to the carnage within the crumbling edifice of sanity now reduced to ruinous dust.
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+My vision bleeds into nothingness... or does reality finally mercifully concur? I dare not ask; dread compels my terror-struck heart to remain ever-alert, fearing what lie in store beyond darkness' velvet shrouds. Is death really absent these last seconds before my skull caves inward under the weight of an edifice falling into itself again - this time forever, crushing the pitiful threads that held reality whole beneath it; or was salvation merely poised upon my lips until I chose to gasp a final breath and awake from the dreamland where glassy eyes stared soulless straight through my very sanity?
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+The darkness has the last word now - or does it... ? 
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+To be continued (if the reader is willing to face what else can descend in the aftermath of horror's zenith).