I used to bask in the morning light. Nuclear Winter clouds the sky. The temperature dips below the freezing line. My fear subsides with the fading sunlight. It is in the darkness where I feel inspired. The finality becomes my motivation. They will know my name.
Descent
Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones
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