The Scene Around Me; Dust

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Dark howling surrounded me, filling every crevice as if it were gas. Jagged lightning struck with a forceful punch. Crimson scattered among the thin, murky dust. From what was once a field, turned gory and tusk, while the gushing sound of the explosion stayed put. Gravel, ashen and colourless, lay clouded on the insipid floor, drowning in what looked like wine. This made my blood curdle in a dreadful way. The gutless yellow light from the raging moon quivered in the very alone scene around me; dust. Dark, eerie shadows engulfed the small space around me. Nothing could match this wild and unruly feeling I had inside.

Dark whispers, that's all that could be heard in the unbareable silence that could and couldn't be listened to, until he same deathly howls started to bounce off the thickwalls of the scene around me; dust.

What a sick, sick man he was.

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A/N

Its short, but gives detail.
Might do another short story like my other one
Bye bbg

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