peddlingforpennies

The thing had to drag itself through uncomfortable warm powder, blindly following the sound of the muted shuffles and squawks of the other things that went before it. Behind it, a roaring heat steadily devoured all the thing had ever known in its short life and spewed foul smelling flecks into the air that cumulated into the same powder it now waded through. The thing felt a barrage of sensations, from the pain of forcing its terribly misshapen body forward to the acrid tang that filled its too-small lungs. But worst of all was the fear. The thing feared the cutting rocks that scraped against its soft belly, it feared the screams of the voice