“WHEN YOUR LUCK RUNS OUT,” by MATTEO PONTONUTTI

When your luck runs out, I assure you, you shall be the first to know.There won’t be much fore warning—unless you’re looking for the signs. A fist will appear, black shadow against black backdrop of a thunderous sky,but you won’t see it unless you can see past the rain. A rumbling will pass through the earth—or rather, it’ll pass through your body, and you’ll suffer from this disillusion that it is a mere tremor of the land.

What was once in color will be unsaturated to gray, and you’ll see that the glistening stars that guided you are merely the reflection of light glancing off the glittering fangs of the beasts drooling ahead in your path. If you stare extremely carefully, my guess is that you’ll distinguish the ashes floating down from that tremendous godly hand that’s unfurling, unclenching, unthinking, and letting the charred remnants of your fate fall to your feet. For I assure you, when your luck runs out, you shall be the first to know.

~Angreek87