Chad Mountain
Joined February 2021
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Bio
I’m just a fledgling writer trying to get some wind beneath my wings. Maybe I’ll find some purpose along the way.
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What Was
It was almost dusk above the remains of New York City. The eroded concrete from the once towering skyscrapers began to hold a faint orange hue as shadows along the ground stretched like tendrils reaching for nourishment. A mild wind coasted between the great walls of the war-torn structures, carrying with it chips of stone and dust from the old world—the sound of its friction against the concrete sang a sad song of “what was is no more.”
By Chad Mountain3 years ago in Fiction
