The sky was blotted by the black expanse, the great star, the soul of the earth, unseen through the endless miasma. Shock and awe run rampant, for what was there to do? One can not escape death itself. Even the most determined of procrastinators cannot survive the shadowy temptations of the end. The black flames reached to the panicked onlookers. It wrapped around them, seared their flesh, its hellish embrace leeching away their precious life. Screeches of the fallen were but echoes in the wind, victim to the ruthless slaughter.
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90 words
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Apocalypse stories are nice I guess??? Sometimes I forget I am capable of writing things like this.