Blaze and Satanus Essays

  • The Cure: A Short Story

    1789 Words  | 4 Pages

    I awakened to the echoes of a million bullets hitting the ground. Fascinated and enchanted, I stood as the cold drops danced in the air and the fog covered the nearby buildings. It complemented the faint, city noise. I walked to my opened window as the crisp October air welcomed me with a grin. Raindrops fell from the dreary sky. It hadn’t rained in Lourdes for one hundred years. The drops of water tickled my nose for the first time as the golden sun threatened to tear into the gloomy, pillow-like