Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
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The world as we know it was destroyed in three days. Less than half the time some people say it was created, and much less than it took to actually create it. Humans have always lamented their smallness, some more than others. Those who lamented more often strove to gather power. They wanted to change the world; well, they did. Would they be remembered forever, the way they wanted? Would their children and their children's children carry on their name and their legacy? Nope. And why would anyone want to be remembered with such hate?
Labels:
death,
destruction,
dystopia,
fiction,
science fiction,
violence,
war
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