Ok so its not a fic, but instead a short paragraph that I am actually proud of. We had to write about nature. I chose Mordor, a "barren waste land". It was quite fun. Enjoy!

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Black Smoke Rising

Black smoke rises out of the active volcano, blocking the sun. Dark clouds hide the blue sky behind it, obscuring white clouds . The desolate land around the mountain is nothing more than a wasteland, all life erased by time. Ravaged by war, nothing lives here anymore; the only movement is the flow of lava carving deep crevasses in the bleak earth. The crumbling rock is all that is left as a monument for the mighty fortress that once stood, each nick and wear remembers the pounding feet and rhythm of drums. Each gash erases another memory of tall trees covered with full leaves, thick grasses cushioning the steps of a vigilant deer and majestic hawks taking flight through the skies. Nothing remains but fire and rock.