By Marchell Dyon
Its blue flame woke me.
My skin was tinted purple from glimmer mixing with my heart’s blood. Finally, I could feel it in my hands, while flames as blue as the once blue sky glazed my fingertips with power. The tattered window curtains shook off their stains and returned to new when I glimmered.
I looked out at the nuclear devastation and glanced skyward at the burnt grits-colored clouds. I looked around with my heart to the helpless masses as fallout fell onto their bowed heads.
I exhaled a deep breath.
“No more hiding; it is time to heal the world.”
Sorta kinda breath-taking, all in all. Good story.
Thank you, Bobby for your wonderful feedback.
Good story.
Sueann thanks for reading.
Great work with the imagery. You have a good heart in thinking of healing the world. Go for it!
B Wow! What can I say, but thank you for your insightful feedback.
Excellent, I truly enjoyed, I would like to read more from you.
Lisa, I’m glad you enjoyed my story thanks so much for your feedback.
Good story. I’m curious about the inspiration.
I don’t know exactly what you mean. All my stories are from my imagination I never copy someone else idea or story. Thanks for reading. If you are still curious I usually write a story after brainstorming the first line, then I see the situation or setting of my character and go from there.