The Last Stance of Yore by Uros Stefanov

By Bonnie McRae

Bang! The earth rumbled again. All hope slowly drained out of me. The trees swayed from side to side banging the houses with loud thuds. The salty water waves bangd against the docks creating an unpleasant rhythmic beat. The villagers were wailing and all huddled together, me being one of them. The decks slowly shifted till they fully collapsed. Every second that past was another backflip from my heart. It was clear this was the last stance of Yore.