Day 151: Consequence 

WIND SHRIEKED. THUNDER cackled. Crooked white whips of lightning struck the sky. The stars that could be seen twinkled feebly, a gray miasma choking off their glow. Rain fell from metallic purple-gray clouds in sticky, oily drops. Each insoluble, nacreous tear burned rocks apart and scorched petals to cinders.


Written: 9 Feb 2016

Words: 49 (70 overall)

Inspiration: focus on words

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