Soup Inside the dark grey concrete building, when the sun was just setting behind the glass-encased skyscrapers, the poor scared boy was ushered into the strange machine. It was large, circular and grey; it was nearly the size of the room. It consisted of a large metal door, which was closed after the boy, bolted
Tag: creative writing
You told me that in this world you have to leave an impact Leave an imprint Leave something behind that helps But you calling me skinny, calling me no life, calling me anything Turns out, You were the one who left an impact You told me that a man has to dig his own grave