The night sky was dark, as though an eclipse was taking place. The ground was crimson with the blood of all those who had lost their lives in the senseless war. The ravaged dry soil was thirsty for more blood. I lifted my broken body, looking for survivors in that unholy mess.
I witnessed translucent souls lifting up from the dead weight around me, and I froze. I was afraid. Was I the lone survivor? What shall I do all alone? I was petrified at the overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness combined with the stench of death. What did we gain, and who will come to claim the prize? Was it worth fighting for the same piece of land you lay dead on? I wandered aimlessly, and time lost all meaning as I sensed Armageddon was upon me.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
