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Sactanury Dark Epilogue
An early dawn awoke over a continuously vast, inanimate horizon. Sharp and rocky dark earth blanketed the desolate landscape. All remained silent, save for the roaring sound of billowing wind to carry harsh pebbles of sand from all corners, occasionally covering the black and grey carpet with a swirl of mahogany.
Throughout the barren land, a single speckle chimed in the chaotic dark; a bright green obscured by a bowl of melancholy orange, made to match the drab Hues of the sky. The stationary spot of green lay concealed beneath a shield of orange, round as a perfect hemisphere. It stood solely as an oasis, a sanctuary from the evil environment to its inhabitants. The orange spot of Sactanury thrived inside its cowardly escape, away from the hot, deadly land into a lap of luxury and dignity.
Night echoed unbearably dark, but day soared and burned brighter than any beacon. Groves of trees reflected a lush green; even the trunks maintained a healthy green tint. The technology containing the society deemed white and clear, as every last wasted product, every last fuel burned, and every last resource drained of luster was cast into the unforgivable world above the melancholy orange. The atmosphere inside the bubble meditated purely, as the industrialization had no part in any problems of the people.
A planet smaller than our moon, yet a thick, solidifying atmosphere, effortlessly hovered around a red dwarf. The planet contained life, logic, tradition, and technology, much as Earth, yet the years traversed faster. The planet rotated ever slowly on its axis, turning hardly even once every three years, resulting in long periods of light and dark. But the years only lasted more than 3.85 Earth days. Time revolved around 100 seconds a minute, ninety minutes an hour, and thirty-seven hours a year. A larger track of time, called an age, gave way to 148 days or 429.2 years, 4.53 Earth years.
The small planet, known as Shibbi to its inhabitants, retained a temperature warmer than Earth’s, which never descended below a Fahrenheit degree of forty. From the constant warmth, life began to emerge. With time, the sun’s rays grew less forgivable. Tension rose as quickly as the temperature to save life as they knew it. It was such that technology emerged, encasing them inside their orange sky, sealing their fate.
Stupid thing didn't feel like indenting at all, so I separated the paragraphs in another way. It's short and just 5 paragraphs and it's only there for mainly abstract, but I hate it. I just want to make sure I didn't horribly mess something up, which I probably did. What I'm looking for is numbers, was, were, contradicting sentenses, and contractions such as they're.
 Raven and the Virus Iris · Sun Feb 03, 2008 @ 12:12am · 2 Comments |
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