Sitting on the clouds he was watching everything. He knew all, he cared for every creature. That's why he was looking out for everything. The sun was starting to go down. He has to make sure everything's alright. He began flapping his wings, going forward. Flying with the wind, gliding through the clouds. A beautiful light pink color tinted the sky. It's almost time for the day to end. He started to descend, still flying.
He was near. He had to make sure everything was okay. But as soon as he landed, a sudden feeling of despair filled him. Something was very wrong. But it couldn't have happened not like this. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, not caring that he has wings. He just needed to get there in time.
Running through the clearing, the forest was on fire. His forest that he loved and protected so much was in flames right in front of him. He couldn't do anything to stop it from shock, he just stood there, mouth vide open and crying. The nature meant everything for him. He wasn't anything without it. He fell to his knees, watching as huge flames swallowed the plants and destroying them. The fire spread around him, wanting to devour everything. It got closer and closer to him, and for one last time, he let it burn.
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Short Stories
Short StoryReally really short stories written in one sitting. I barely correct any mistakes, so there might be a few weird parts. These are mostly written for practise, because I wanna improove my writing. The stories are not connected in any way. If you hav...
