The burning houses turn to ash in the memories of the lost, they remember the moonlight though the smoke made their eyesight blurry, security is lost.
Castaways on an island, dirty and cut. Left to rot by the people and left to burn by the gods. Afraid to live but to stubborn to die they fight for food, and they fight for water. An endless battle of life and death, they fall and rise and fall again.
It is too late for them now for they have come, time, life, death and existence. The eternal exterminator on life giver. They drown on their island and die screaming but may they be ready to follow when the moonlight comes.
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Short story dump
General FictionJust a dump of original stories and poems. The most liked will get more attention. (I take requests)
