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Daniel J.Smith
Joined June 2021
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The Fallen
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By the dying light of the second sun a grandfather clock chimes nine, and bitterness sails across barren sand--heading for the dome made of stone where one inhabitant still remains. Her boiled blood pulsing to fingertips and toes. Spontaneous combustion at any moment nudges and pulls in an unsettled mind. When lead drips heavy into her twisted stomach—snap! With eyes like full moons Emily heaves! Throwing soapy waves of bath water until eventually gripping the copper rail tight enough to settle herself.
By Daniel J.Smith2 years ago in Fiction