Candz
Cities are great. Well that's how it used to be. Since they came and all the cities have been boarded up with us in them for safety, there is nothing great left.
There is fighting, poverty and too many people in a very small space.
the door blasted open from the outside. the sudden burst of light blinded everyone.
the question was now, were they saved?
the torture was endless. for his crime, the punishment was eternal. he will forever have to endure pain beyond measure, and without respite.
it was what he chose. he knew the consequence.
there is something to be said about the old crones tales. they always had a ring of truth to them, no matter how off putting the tale was.
That is why I had to go see her.
laying broken on the floor, the vase lay shattered. the flowers withered and died, while her body cooled.
There was nothing that could make this moment any sweeter. Or bitter.
Years of exile from a crime not committed. Finally he had returned with proof.
He was innocent.
the flames licked at her skin, leaving little black kisses where they touched.
the air stank of smoke and burning flesh
she didn't mind. she was long gone.