A Changing World
The world has changed; Where am I? Who Am I?
It was daylight when I woke up five minutes ago, but now it is night and it is thundering and lightning. Heavy rain is falling on my window, though it is no ordinary rain. It sizzles and smokes like hot acid against the glass. Outside, the streets are burning like hot lava, and the air is riddled with terrifying screams.
There is nobody around. Nobody exists.
There were people living here, peacefully before this.
I don't know who I am. I have no memory of my past world or life.
The world has changed.
Who am I?
Where am I?
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Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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