I sit on the side of the mountain, watching a strange green light on the horizon. It moves, almost dances across the black starry sky. Up, down, left and right, in a rhythmic pattern, widening with each repetition of movement.
By LKStimson4 years ago in Fiction
Melissa stood like a pillar of salt outside Sodom, but she was standing on the mountain overlooking a once green valley. The destruction wiped clean most of the town where she’d grown up. Mel’s unit was on patrol at 0300. They heard bombs and missiles screaming through the air, saw the lights streak across the black night and realized the small country town did not have a chance. And this was the aftermath.
By LKStimson5 years ago in Fiction
