Posted on May 29, 2015
by Sarah Fairbairn
I knew it was pointless, that I would be too late. But I had to see it for myself. The door popped open and my nostrils were assaulted with the foul stench of decay. I gingerly stepped outside, my eyes taking in nothing but burnt land…
Category: Flash Fiction & PoetryTags: 100 word story challenge, Death, Evil, Extinction, fear, Flash Fiction & Poetry, Flash Fiction Challenge, Friday Fictioneers, Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge, humans, Rochelle Fields, RUN, story challenge, war, when will it be enough?
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