Sooted twigs crackle beneath my feet as I march. Crimson sky a window back in time. Should've known the monocled arson would #flourish in the woods. Now I'm circling lingering souls, I sense it. Howls to heavens are in my ear. Spirit of revenge in my head. I'm coming.
Pinpricks of light bleed through the darkness of infinity. I #flourish at the thought of reaching the surface. A bacterium coddled by nothing, the universe nominated me to paint all there is to see. If only I could arrive with a piece of the heavens on my back as proof. #vss365
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Daily Flash Fiction
General FictionThis book is a rolling collection of short flash fictions which I'll be updating daily. Each story will have to incorporate one specific word every day, and that word will be identified with a hashtag in front. Enjoy!
