We can sail across
the sea, my friend, to find the
edges of the world.
About the Creator
Chloe
:/
ahoy!
inactive.
Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butlera day ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
I can't believe you're in 9th grade did I read before!!!!! I love that you're writing and sharing your work! I never did that and wish I did!
Amazing!! Your talent is far above your age. Well done!! 🙌🏻