Playing Around

One part of a housing complex felt a force hitting them, rubble was fallen and the overall foundation came crashing down.

People were screaming, they were also running. It didn't matter who was running alone, with family or friends,what mattered was what was chasing them, and bringing destruction all around them.

A civilian, about in his late 20s, looked up in the sky. He saw something in the long distance, outlines of a large object, almost angular.

"A plane?" the civilian said. "But how?" the plane was even more bizarre as it was closing in on his view.

It wasnt metal, it was paper. A paper plane.

But it was the size of an actual plane! It crashed among the civilians. Some were in its path and were caught in it's trail of destruction, people getting knocked over or crushed like ants by the seemingly paper but hard plane.

"Roby!" a voice echoed within the park. A woman in her mid 30s came across her son playing in the park, just near a puddle of water. The child and the woman didn't see the destruction that was going on in town. Near him was his paper planes that he had saved from before, the ones his father made. In addition there was also the sight of his blocks, all scattered around.

Roby put them back the blocks up in the tower order it was, and the shattered house complex far behind him was fixed. He tried to cling onto the blocks that were in the park, he wanted to continue playing around.

"Sorry dear, but those blocks aren't yours. Don't worry we could buy your own." the woman said as she picked him up and took him away from the blocks.

A cat came by seconds later, and with its paw, it knocked down the blocks, and the house complex came crashing down once more.