Black Glass (Prose)
The Thrumming Begins
The Thrumming Begins
Desk job got you feeling tired? Maybe you feel a bit d r a i n e d? Don’t forget to like and sub ;o
Let’s pretend…
The sun set in a valley of waste. The skeletons of buildings that once stood tall stuck out of the dry dirt, like crooked fingers, reaching for the sky. The house on Ninth Street still stood. It didn’t have a roof anymore. The stairs led to empty space where bedrooms once were. The tiles of […]