Wind stirred up ashes on the ground and soon the sky was filled with smoke. Twisting and rising towards the clouds.
There was no silence, no peace. Shouting and screaming melded together until you couldn't tell one voice from another.
The ashes were swirling stronger, coating everything they touched. All the charred wood and melted metal sat, broken and mournful on the ground.
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Realisation
General FictionUp, up, up. And out, and out, and out. Out until your finger tips touch the stars. Until theres no room left for breath. The shadows and the hurting. Only stars. And it's calm. And calm and calm and calm. It's calm and you breathe and you breathe. T...
