We die, he says. Utters that last syllable bombastically—spits it out with firework freshness, so much so that I swear I can see the concept of death colliding with his premature psyche, making its meteoric crater in the smooth terrain of his young and innocent mind.… more
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Two stories
FLASH FICTION by Eirene GentleThe sun rises and sets above the howling like it always does. Turmoil means nothing to it, its astral nature knows only explosion. But I hear the thoughts of the dying when its flame fills their eyes. How it dazzles.… more
