Ever seen those gigantic clouds that stretch for miles long? They are dark navy blue at the bottom. Clouds like that remind me of an army, slowly and silently crawling through the sky, taking out small, white clouds- the enemy. When it rains under that army cloud, we are pelted with the dust of the soldiers. We are the dirt they walk on. You can sometimes see the face of the cloud, it gets lighter the higher up you look. You can sometimes make out the faces of the front line soldiers as they solemnly make their way across the vast battlefield.
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Free Writing With Some Twists
Historia CortaSo i started this new thing where I just free write and then go back and edit what i wrote and make it somewhat legible. If you like it please let me know. If you have any ideas for me please let me know that as well.
