The Factory hid in between mountains larger than most buildings, said to be abandoned, left to nature. Yet the abandoned part was untrue. In the dead of night the factory would come to life, machines put pieces together to one another like any factory would. Yet no human hands made these machines move. Vines from above and below brought the rusting metal machines to life. The Machines once built toys for children all over the world but that was a long time ago. They had been turned by nature to create things that would bring humanity to its knees, turn back the clock to a time when the world was breathing without smoke and trash filling their lungs. But for now the factory kept building in the dead of night till the day it could unleash the wrath of nature itself. A piece at a time.
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Random Flash Fiction
RandomHeres some random flash fiction I write because why not. Use if you want as prompts or just read just credit if you do decided to publish. Also warning, I barely edit these so theres bound to be some mistakes.
