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Bread turns to charcoal,
Inedible, hardened crust
A sulfurous smell
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About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
By Alexander McEvoy4 days ago in Fiction
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