the clouds gather // dead plants // the tree is still up
the clouds gather under an artificial sky, yellow and white light sneaking in through slits in those clouds. they live in bathe arboretum- the last one- surrounded by dead vegetation and waning fluorescent lights. nights come and go, as well as millions of tiny brilliant twinkles flashing and floating across the cryptic blue stage that is the ceiling of their arboretum. // in the middle of the fake floor, as leaves of brown, purple, blue and orange fall, there is still a last hope. the last known plant of humanity. they had given it the name of El Destruyero, for all it ever does is take and destroy all that lives around it. sometimes, those that live there feel their depleting energy and dull skin, but what else can they do for the last hope of humanity?
prompt; use scene/ sentence starter(s) and write a very short scene based on the prompts you chose. "get the scene, then write the story."
outcome; perfect description of scene or area you could use for a short story.
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Poetryearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤
