Welcome to this week’s regular FridayPhrases post. This is a microfiction even hosted on Twitter every Friday. Click on the link for more information. Or just ask. I don’t mind. 🙂
This week’s theme: Flaming skies.
Flames race up to greet the sky, her hands burn from the release of so much energy. Some drifts above her, turning the red skies hazy.
The skies burned red as fire rained down upon the worlds. I watched from the field, sword still dripping blood. It truly was the end.
Flaming sky, flaming heart, fire all around. I am surrounded by pain, by death. I wield it like a sword. I am in it, of it. Nothing more.