Rapture in Reverse, Day 3

A Short Story in Serial

Sep 28, 2025

September 28, 2029

Yesterday morning we arrived in Tenerife. The desolation tore at my soul.

Once a thriving port city, the buildings have fallen and the people are afraid. Missionaries there were thankful for the supplies we brought.

I wish we could have given them more, but we need enough for our own trip to the new land. They gave a warm welcome.

When we left the island at sunset, God showed us the beauty he created.

We expect another 3 to 4 days before we come to the island.

Continent? I’m not really sure how to refer to it.

It’s not small.

Reports given to us suggest it is perhaps the size of Hawaii, but we don’t know the extent. It seems to just keep growing based on satellite images. Every report is different.

The few boats that have gone out have not come back. There are no apparent places for an airplane to land on the island. There is nothing close enough for a seaplane to refuel. Nothing is close enough for helicopters, unless they take off from a ship.

When so many others are in need right now, this has not been a priority.

There have been flights over portions of this new land mass and the reports are unsettling.

Images of people walking around in a daze. Even more unsettling is the description of ruins.

When this island appeared, it was assumed that it would be volcanic rock, desolate, some new form brought forth from the bottom of the sea. But the buildings, relics really, tell us that it was once on land.

Unless, of course, there was some underwater kingdom that, despite technology, we never saw. The ruins appear almost Greek or Roman in structure, with columns and what have been described as temples, amphitheaters, and coliseums.

There is a growing consensus, that somehow, this is Atlantis.