A bright red sun being blurred by the 'clouds', turning to orange throughout the day, then back to red until it finally disappears behind the pink and red skyline, only to be replaced by a blood covered moon.
Coughing up ash from the vengeful God's and Goddesses' leftovers and penance.
Shaking and gasping for breath after a coughing fit, drowning in invisible materials.
The trees disappearing in 'fog'.
Cigarette smoke feeling cleaner than the surrounding air.
Fearful to go outside without proper protection, let alone the stinging, watery eyes.
The red sun and red moon, full of rage for what we did to their sister. Only now we beg for forgiveness.
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A NorthWest Gothic
ParanormalA small collection of gothic stories I wrote about the Pacific NorthWest
