I am a student in London - I enjoy writing, drawing and cats. I enjoy a good niche
The heat felt like it was screaming curses into my skin and my sweat was its spit . The haze of warmth around me made it hard to focus on anything but the shrill of cicadas in the distance , but at times I swear I could hear the heat . other than that it was silent - between the white hot pavement and the empty streets filled with dust , this was a fucking ghost town.
By C Elliot3 years ago in Futurism