Sam McNamara
Joined June 2021
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A 5/7's shift. Content Warning.
The ground gurgled and shifted below each of Arthur's footsteps. Black as anthracite yet soft like a feather pillow, it was like walking on a monstrous dirty marshmallow. Even then, the air was more difficult to cope with, especially with the methane leaks, geysers of gases containing sulfur and the thick stench of the rubber. Of course that didn’t make much of a difference when compared to the smog wandering from the nearby refineries and other machinery. Little of the remaining sunlight could reach the chilly area with that haze hanging around.
By Sam McNamara6 months ago in Fiction
