The Autumn air was crisp and leaves drifted through the wind carelessly. Children laughed and danced through the yard littered with the colorful, decaying plant life. Parents sat on their porches, one eye on their offspring and the other catching up on the news displayed on holographic screens.
Then, the first bomb dropped.
Right on top of the little house that was secluded from the rest of San Diego.
The children stopped.
The boy fell silent.
The girl screamed.
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C O L O R S
Teen FictionBased on a mini piece I wrote in "Prompted", I present to you : "C O L O R S". Else, a girl who grew up in the nuclear war of 2238, is captured by Them. She is brought aboard The Future for observation purposes against her will, leaving behind her y...
