then, quickly and without warning, the sky went grisly and blood soaked. clouds from white to wild apricot wine without the slightest hint of disaster. i watched the whole thing unfold. i watched my bones shiver, like an old horror movie. the skeletons dance and sing and laugh and make you go cold in places you've never gone cold before. i watched the sky expand and burn. i watched it dipped and damned in the lakes of hell and left to dry, hanging in the heavens. the sky can be a violent place when the sun decides to leave us. who can blame it, staring down on our world all day. who can blame it for wanting to melt us to the core. its last burning march before it dips behind the grey ocean. and who can really blame the sun if it never wanted to look down on us ever again, its molten veil spilling holocaust over the water for the last time. and i watched this all unfold before my very eyes. the fire, the violence, the crimson atmosphere, and somehow amidst the quiet battlefield above me, i felt right at home. i felt comforted, like i could reach up and wrap my arms around the color. i felt myself shiver cold, as the sky spun wide, and the skeletons laughed.
posted by drew carlascio
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truthfully, i liked your quote a little more. bradbury's is good, but yours fit better. but if you keep it...make sure to uncapitalize some letters.
what's a gear head?
p.s this inspired a new short from me. we'll see what i produce.
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