The rays of light from the yellow sun punch through my dust-covered window pane as my pet canary joyfully sings, oblivious to the encroaching danger. I sit upon my bed typing away on my black laptop with my baby blue blanket wrapped around me, more like a shroud than a comforter in the hope that if anyone survives, they might find what I have written and they will know that I was more that a faceless statistic.
The creeping menace is quickly encircling the planet and no one seems immune, but just in case someone is, they will know.
Elizabeth O. Smith over 9 years ago
I like all the imagery in the Drabble. Really sets the tone for something bigger to go down. Good work :D
Michael D. Brooks over 9 years ago
Drew and Elizabeth. Your appreciation is much appreciated.
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Very nicely written and well constructed.
Michael D. Brooks over 9 years ago
Thank you, Horror show.