"It started as flakey skin, but then the missing signs went up. We all knew something was wrong.
The virus spread like wildfire; children, adults; male, female. It affects everyone, whether it starts out small, or you're gone the next hour.
What we thought was dead skin, turned into a world crisis. Only a few of us are left. We have to sit and wait.
It'll be over soon for me; my feet have already blown away.
Goodbye, world."
-Abner Kace
You look around, but there's nothing except the endless desert of dust.
YOU ARE READING
Dust
NouvellesThis is a short story I wrote in high school. Maybe it'll give others some inspiration?
