Mission

I'm trying to write a short piece of flash fiction everyday from whatever pops into my head at the time. It'll mainly be rambling unsubtle crap but hey, at least its something right?

Friday, 4 March 2022

...Will Be Blown...

And you think this world will just let us go, release its tormentors into the wastes of space? No. It will reach out, concrete fused with leaf, and pull us back slowly to savour our fear. It will rip to shreds everything we have and return us to the stars as the dust we came from. This planet, and our cities, will have their revenge.

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