Literature
Stained Silver
Jack wrinkled his nose at an overpowering stench of metal. The world was a stark white, yet if he turned his head quickly enough, he could see cracks of silver in the white, like slivers of webbing and dust that were hanging in the air, intangible and frozen. Unease itched on the back of Jack’s neck. It was too quiet here.
Unbidden, Jack’s feet began to walk him forward, and it wasn’t long before he saw a red smudge on the previously non-existent horizon. The metallic scent grew impossibly stronger, and within a breath Jack was standing beside a calm lake, stretching into a blurred line in the distance. It’s hushed wa