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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'Fatal Feasts'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters: None
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13 (Warnings for disturbing imagery and mention of warfare and mass death)
Notes: Crossposted tovocab_drabbles and ficlet_zone
Summary: Fallout drifts over the cities, descending like so many bitter imprecations.
Fallout drifts over the cities, descending like so many bitter imprecations. The dead lie where they've fallen, with none left who are willing to come near the radioactive corpses for long enough to give them a proper burial. They're left for carrion crows and other scavengers, the corpses of which lie close beside their fatal feasts.
Two nations, in an attempt to take over each other's territories, went that one last step too far. They burned each other, and themselves, practically to the ground.
Any who remain behind to grieve cannot find the will to care; life itself's become chorelike.
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters: None
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13 (Warnings for disturbing imagery and mention of warfare and mass death)
Notes: Crossposted to
vocab_drabbles and ficlet_zoneSummary: Fallout drifts over the cities, descending like so many bitter imprecations.
Fallout drifts over the cities, descending like so many bitter imprecations. The dead lie where they've fallen, with none left who are willing to come near the radioactive corpses for long enough to give them a proper burial. They're left for carrion crows and other scavengers, the corpses of which lie close beside their fatal feasts.
Two nations, in an attempt to take over each other's territories, went that one last step too far. They burned each other, and themselves, practically to the ground.
Any who remain behind to grieve cannot find the will to care; life itself's become chorelike.
