This is a little story that I wrote before starting uni, as part of my summer brief. It never saw the light of day though, so here it is (might turn this into a film at some point):

I had just woken up. Looking towards the western horizon, the sun was rising over a washed-up violet sky, blood-red lashes spreading around, reaching for the heavens themselves. As an unseen force guided my left arm towards my cellphone, I made an effort to get up, only to find myself in total darkness. “Is it finally over?”. I grabbed my cellphone tight, wondering what time it may be. It was then that I noticed that there was an unsent message in it, and that the time was 9. The message was: “All the people in this place will crash.”