Fiction • Feb 17, 2025 • 3 min read

Brothers: A War Story

The sky was engulfed in a crimson storm, the smell of burning flesh suffocating me. The once lush fields now mirrored the inferno in my lungs. My brother, a hateful figure, his eyes betraying a cold rage that surpassed the flames. Our greed had consumed us, a malignant force tearing away brotherhood and hope. Our souls were twisted, driven mad by betrayal. The bitter taste of ash and blood lingered, a reminder of our self-destruction. The wind carried the echoes of broken promises and shattered dreams, a mournful dirge for our charred ruins.