lime lark
I went purely by a name and began writing
Sitting in a tattered vehicle; one with jets and a propelling ability, just like everyone else in this in land, was the silhouette of a man laying his head upon the wheel. His teeth grit as his wraith-like shadow slowly drowned in the darkness of the night. He lifted his head, punched in a code upon the wheel, set the status from park to drive and he waited patiently as the vehicle stuttered. He glared toward the flickering skylights, they hardly illuminated the blazing crimson sky, a failing of their purpose. He glanced toward the walking streaks of black littering these near split open streets, they clearly failed to find color in life. He was hit with a tingle, as he had always, but this seemed different. He curiously looked around with a mildly amped heart, looking slowly to the sight of nothing wrong, but once he leaned toward the heavy darkness behind him, he felt the tingle grow stronger. Lightning struck with a sudden loud roar causing the silhouette to jump and hit his noggin on the roof, he groaned. Recovering from this sudden blow, he noticed from outside the front window a family of three wearing tear ridden clothes with shining smiles on their faces. The man's brain swirled trying to find a reason for such a foolish demeanor, but the visage sickened him. The engine finally got going and he stomped on the pedal, soaring into the dark ocean of fish.
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