Kelsey Beard
Joined June 2021
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Spitfires
The door screeched, metal scraping on metal as it rose, letting the cool morning air rush down the stairs that lead above ground. Haydn took a deep breath in. The ventilation system in the colony had artificial wind, but it wasn’t the same as the gentle breeze that danced across the surface, nor was the simulated sunlight that lit the colony quite the same as the warmth of sunshine directly on her skin.
By Kelsey Beard3 years ago in Fiction