Damien

Damien

A Story by Alex Wasko

It wasn't their time. "Why didn't I die?" He thought to himself.
He stared up at the sun and then at the crimson sand that he was lying in. Dry blood was caked on his face when he stood, the blood of the people on that plane. He was the only survivor... There were no bodies, only blood. The people had been sucked into the propeller.

© 2014 Alex Wasko


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Added on January 31, 2014
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