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Thor’s Apocalypse

Just over Grant’s Pass at 7:15pm and the sky turned black. Every mountain top was lit up with electricity and the rumbling of thunder was continuous. It’s not normal for it to be pitch dark so early. There are usually pauses between lightning strikes and the crash that announces their passage.Thundercloud (thanks NASA) I thought the apocalypse had arrived or, at the very least, I was under attack by Sauron’s minions or the Horde of Azeroth.

It was an apocalypse but it was Thor’s Apocalypse which is even worse than the other kind. I wanted to pray but I didn’t know any Norse prayers except the one you shout, sword in hand, before you give your life in battle.

There were no gaps between the lightning strikes now and finally the rains came. Just three big, lazy drops on my windscreen. Not enough for the wipers, but that was just a feint; cover for the ice storm which Thor cast down upon the citizens of Grants Pass and the weary travellers on I5.

The first one hit my windscreen so hard I thought it was a rock but I soon realized the real threat as the gods hit me with all the ice in Valhalla. I didn’t think my vessel would survive the attack so I pulled off the highway peering dimly through the hail to see the side of the road. My fellow travellers did the same and we cowered under the meagre shelter of a tree. I couldn’t bear to think of the damage that was happening to my car as the mini golf balls beat us into submission.

As quickly as it started, the deluge subsided and I u-turned back onto the now deserted highway. The on-ramp was already a torrent threatening to wash me away.

As I reached the highway, Odin pulled back Valhalla’s veil of darkness and showed me the bright, clear evening sky. A mirage of Shasta shone warmly in the dying sun, a beacon of hope after the madness and California whispered my name. Welcoming me home.

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6 responses to Thor’s Apocalypse

Jeffrey Fredrick June 29, 2008

I’m pleased the gods choose to mark your return in suitable style.

Soon it will be my turn to do the same.

Matt June 29, 2008

The gods of my forefathers were just trying to keep you from leaving.

Tom Kirkley June 29, 2008

What an incredible photograph!

The quantity and complexity and power of lightening bolts! The evil black cloud with it’s menacing bright eye and chaotic tentacles. And the peaceful landscape, two brilliantly back lit oak tree silhouettes, oblivious to the danger overhead…



PS: Gina wants a full resolution copy…well…we both do!

Kevin June 29, 2008

Tom – Er photo is stolen – not mine.

Matt – I wish your gods hadn’t done so much damage to my car 🙁

Bob July 5, 2008

I was really hoping for some postmodern deconstruction to throw the fright of it into light relief.

You know, something like, “The dark clouds descended upon my vehicle and the vehicles of all in our caravan. Suddenly, the minstrels changed their tune from far away radio waves, and utter darkness befell our campaign. They cursed us in a coquettish voice, “Oops, I did it again.” My soul collapsed under the weight of the Britney God’s litany… and so on.

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