eh, the scond one was prose, not poetry, but there is no mixed style tag, probably shouldnt have used a tag. but yeah, it was just flowery langauge for the sake of flowery langauge, because its fun to write like that.
Thanks for the advice, but I would like to note that it made sense when I wrote these after 20ish hours without sleep. i am quite aware they are a mess. I was kind of hoping someone would get a laugh at how bad they are, not treat them seriously. Thanks again though for taking the time to comment.
Stories written at 4-ish PM. unedited, so mistakes may be present.
Tell me what you think.
First of Two:
Ash.
Silence.
Void.
Cold.
An ashen field, stretching far to the horizons.
An ashen field, as silent as tomb.
An ashen field, under a sky of void.
An ashen field, still...
Updated. More descriptions added and stuff.
Introduction:
You five are aboard the only ship yet to go dark in the fleet, a small Aethertech Computer Hub and Laboratory Carrier. This is intergalactic space, the abyss in the sea of stars. The mission, the first out of the Milky WayThe fleet...