FEAR OF COLOR

The clouds had collapsed. They shot huge beams of colorful lights. Every half hour, lightning was fired, causing disasters. Many houses were destroyed. Thirty-five in the week. Destroyed with entire families, animals and valuables. Those who were hit and survived suffered from nausea. If they vomited, their vomit was the same color as the phenomenon. Moviegoers of the apocalyptic genre did not feel the slightest horror. They knew of that possibility. Meteorologists, astrologers and psychics were confused. It was clear that the world had little time left. Maybe half a year. He had to hope not to be touched by the colors that fell from the sky. It was a go and run, without brakes, to go to school, to work, to run errands, everything. They counted three hundred and seventy rays. The streets were destroyed, full of colored vomit. The buildings in half. The world in panic. A new fear was born: the fear of color.

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