Gina entered the Sanctuary, and the horror lay before her. The Synagogue’s Torahs lay strewn about the floor, their pages torn, their covers trampled. A single brick and shards of glass were on the bimah. She could see the night sky through the shattered stained glass window. Only an hour before, the Sanctuary had been filled with people for Yom Kippur. A group of neo-Nazis had burst into the Synagogue during the middle of service, disrupted peoples’ prayers. She could only assume that they were the ones who had been responsible for what had happened to the Torahs. As far as she knew, no one was hurt, but if people were willing to go this far to create disorder, they probably didn’t hold human life in the highest regard.
Suddenly the Nazis stripped themselves of their costume uniforms to reveal their velociraptor inner essence. How could this be? The claws of madness tore at her sanity. Crumpling to the ground, bursting into tears as velociraptors danced to tasty riffs, Gina looked up from her despair to realize the importance of life…and pulled out her gun.
She pondered how she could preserve the remains of the wreckage. She then remembered the guard monkey and wondered how they could have allowed for such a tragedy. For their job was to protect the sacred Torahs. She then noticed the traces of bananas spread through the halls, leading to the restrooms. Gina cautiously began to open the door and as she peered in, she fell back into a pool of her own blood. While unconscious, the velociraptors trampled her. As she awoke, she looked into the restroom mirror and gasped at the ravages of her face.
Then she woke up fully. She had passed out when she saw what had happened to the Torahs. She realized how ridiculous how that story might sound to other people if she were to post it online much later. But for now she would forget about this strange story about Nazis and velociraptors. She went aside.
Gina was just that kind of girl, always imagining strange occurances and playing them for effect with her friends. She would often base these stories on sad or horrific events in her life in order to cope with them. She looked up to the front of the Synagogue at the ambulance that had arrived there, just in case anyone had been injured. She was alarmed at the lack of police cars because it meant that the group that had done this had escaped to do evil again.
Gina entered the Sanctuary, and the horror lay before her. The Synagogue’s Torahs lay strewn about the floor, their pages torn, their covers trampled. A single brick and shards of glass were on the bimah. She could see the night sky through the shattered stained glass window. Only an hour before, the Sanctuary had been filled with people for Yom Kippur. A group of neo-Nazis had burst into the Synagogue during the middle of service, disrupted peoples’ prayers. She could only assume that they were the ones who had been responsible for what had happened to the Torahs. As far as she knew, no one was hurt, but if people were willing to go this far to create disorder, they probably didn’t hold human life in the highest regard. 