Writers Prompt #11 — The night the sky went dark
Death To Stock

The sky was dark, as if our world is suddenly shut down into a comatose, the light no longer there and glittering life, breathing death to the unliving space of floating clouds and a lonely moon.

A question staggered in the edge of my lips, itching to tumble out. But I no longer wonder, as our home was no longer bright and beautiful, the trees vanishing into the ground, cowering in fear from humans who were full of greed and wanting to take them alive and exploit all that was of them.

I thanked the stars, who killed themselves, who chose to die in honour, than to be slowly and painfully eaten by clouds of darkness that is named pollution, caused by our kind.

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