The sunlight filtered through the leafy trees, turning the world a sickly green hue.
It struck her skin and made her look like she was underwater.
She laughed, twisting her arm in the light, smiling at the patterns it created.
Her grin dissolved as the patterns mutated, leaving a message burnt into the flesh of her forearm.
She could not give credit of what the message said,
probably because it seemed to be in some sort of code!
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Consequences I : Utopia
HumorConsequences – the game where we write a short story by passing it around a table. Each person takes it in turns to write a line. To make it more interesting, they can only see the one line before theirs. Everything else, including the start of the...
