and so in a fit of petulant despair the creator extends one hand and rains down wrath and ruin upon the land, summoning the seas, dragging down the skies, razing and salting the wasteland earth in an altar sacrifice to appease for a moment the yawning emptiness which is blood, bone, soul deep


[ WRITER ANGST. Uugghhh. ]


7 thoughts on “#1198

  1. I love this. When writing goes well, you can create a new Eden. When it goes badly – or doesn’t go at all – then woe betide any of your creations who are sitting close enough to get written into some dreadful scheme! :D

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