Write a story
The city was empty. The day had swept by on the brush of a filthy broom, skittering over the edge of the world. We were happy.
But we'd always secretly reveled in disaster situations. When the status-quo was torn asunder, that's when we came alive. It was the status quo that we couldn't deal with.
The last bits of ash were falling out of the sky. The TV said that this might be the end of it. But they also said it might not. Storm clouds at night make the world all that much darker. So we lit our candles, went to the front steps and looked up in the sky. And we waited.
6:10
The city was empty.
Instructions
- When you click in the writing box, you get a prompt.
- Then you have six minutes to write a story.
- Go!