I am starting yet another story. Read, tell me what you think. Should I continue...
Munchkin.
Beforeā¦.
Slowly a gold red sun peaked over the horizon of the LA skyline. A soft golden glow spread its wings over the city bring to light all its shortcomings and down falls. Buildings lay in ruins; smoke snaked up into the new morning sky. In the middle of it a young man lay. Bleach hair broken out of its jell mold, black duster framing its short and stocky frame, and pale eyelids covering unfocused eyes.
He still lay in shadows as the morning sun continued to rise. Inch by inch the sunlight came closer to his skin. Closer until it was there, bathing his sleeping form in warm light. A large flash of light surrounded him and the destroyed city. Shadows were erased and no sounds were heard.
Slowly the light died leaving an already risen sun in its wake. Full sunlight covered the breathtaking view of the city skyline, whole and undamaged. The street where the man had lain was barren but for a stray dog digging in a large dumpster for food. Life returned to the city like nothing had ever happened. Maybe it never had.
TBC
