short random story
The world was different now. Mothers clutched babies as ashes reigned down on twisted metal that reached up towards not the heavens, but hell itself. Clouds were no longer an imaginative canvas, but were the embodiment of the ashes of thousands of screaming children. The terror that came with the wind and rain were of which mirrored fierce sandstorms and acid rain. This was the world now, just a mirage and death beckoned people with the bliss of suicide.
Nothing was real. Life was brief, short--just a breath of smoke and much like a flicker. The remnants of ingenuity and strength of a nation lay crippled in the dirt like an ancient fossil. It was farther than a memory and further than the thought of time. A forgotten state, the world was--broken twisted metal. No trees, no animals, those were further than memories and lingered on into the mythologies of the mind. The only thing that remained was the stature of the human race, a withered and dying state of survival, a ghost of what it used to be. Perhaps thats all that life ever was, a ghost of what it used to be.
Nothing was real. Life was brief, short--just a breath of smoke and much like a flicker. The remnants of ingenuity and strength of a nation lay crippled in the dirt like an ancient fossil. It was farther than a memory and further than the thought of time. A forgotten state, the world was--broken twisted metal. No trees, no animals, those were further than memories and lingered on into the mythologies of the mind. The only thing that remained was the stature of the human race, a withered and dying state of survival, a ghost of what it used to be. Perhaps thats all that life ever was, a ghost of what it used to be.