While We Sleep | A 100 Word Story

#774 - Nanahuatzin

The sky was a mix of grey clouds that were really clouds but smoke. And lit up orange but not from a rising or setting sun but a raging fire. Inhabitants of the village at the bottom of the mountain slept soundly in their beds. Unaware of what was headed their way.

The mountain did the best it could to stand tall against the fire and the smoke but it was no match. Then real clouds gathered to join the cacophony of noise. The first crack of lightning made the flames angry.

When the rain started, everything was washed away.

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MEXICO - Aztec Mythology

Seven of Coins represents a decision concerning harvesting: wait for the seed to grow or dig it up to plant something new.

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