That Bright, Bright SunA Story by Silent SonataA man, a sun, a sinking night.Resting atop the grey-ish silhouettes of thin clouds, a dim spark appeared like a candle light. It rose and rose, oh how so ever beautiful. Then the spark melted inwards, shaping out a small ball like a newborn star, and it floated more greatly upwards like a balloon free from the grasp of a child’s hand. The thin wavy clouds formed into slithering snakes that tailed ribbons of hot vapor behind them, coiling their ways across the rising sun. A heated blanket of light bathed my body in fine little fires that smoldered beneath my bleak suit. A rush of sensation ran up and through my quivering spine. Oh, how so ever wonderful. Then, the sun curved upwards, forming a concave shape like a crescent moon. The moon lingered, dimming its way into the damp night, before finally fading into a patch of firm smoke. Only the snakes of vapor remained, lost and confused in the velvet night. I dropped my rifle. Why bother carrying it? I tore my patch. Why bother wearing it? The night formed cold and unforgiving in the endless void of man’s desire, sinking its bitter colors into all life around. A cracking whip split the air in two, throwing plumes of dust up from the ground below. I stood and waited for the clouds to reform their waves, but the snakes still quivered, slowly and disturbingly. Steadily, a silence gathered around and a light thunder roared from the rolling mountain tops. The world had made its pitiful surrender into the frigid and bleak. A world once beautiful and livid now made waste by that bright, bright sun. © 2017 Silent Sonata
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2 Reviews Added on April 13, 2017 Last Updated on April 13, 2017 AuthorSilent SonataDenver, COAboutI am a pretty bad writer who mainly does Horror and Sci-fi. Beyond all that however, I'm just a normal dude who doesn't know what he's doing. more..Writing
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