/lit/ - Literature

Garrett basked in the light of the stained glass, and he thought to himself, at that moment perhaps, that he wasn’t alone in watching that red dawn rise to the sky. There was a foreboding quiet blanketing over the land. Theodore saw it for what it was. Ethan and Eleanor held each other in warm comfort, the sun over their faces too, red in colour. Borris thought as Garret did, and he too did his mourning. Garrett realized once and for all where this was going. He knew it in his heart where this would end, and yet, perhaps in that one faint moment of horrific clarity – he didn’t wish to go. He wept, and wept bitterly.

(I kinda hope to write this in a novel one day. Is it ok?)