Months have passed since World War III started. Every day, I see my close ones going but never coming back. I'm tired of it. Today, everything will come to an end. I take a torch and yell: "From torched skyscrapers men will grow wings". Burning every building in my way, I die hoping of a free world.
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The girl who will never be forgotten
Historia CortaA short 50 words story. It's about war, peace and a new world.
