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Author's Note: Dustfinger and I seem to agree on this subject...
Prompt #7: Days
He had always preferred night, but in this world, the days were nearly unbearable.
During the night, he could sit amongst this world's few small, silent trees, close his eyes, and listen to the quiet sounds of darkness. And for a time, he could almost forget.
And then the world awoke. And the moment it awoke, it began moving, it's people rushing everywhere, as if Death itself were on their heals, and they feared it would catch them if they didn't hurry.
And all the while there was noise--useless, senseless noise. It seemed these people were terrified of silence, as well.
How appropriate he thought. A coward trapped in a world built on fear.