Two Sentence (Not Quite) Tuesday #28

The sickly green mist seeped through the cracks in the door, melting the wood as though it were wax. Jesus Christ, alone, knew what would happen when that caustic whiff of poison filled someone’s lungs or touched their skin… though I was about to find out, firsthand. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #22

And they witnessed the Republic, a shining beacon of liberty and democracy, mortally wounded by the corruption that had poisoned its heart. As the grand experiment gasped its final breaths, gluttonous bureaucrats closed in like jackals, preparing for an extravagant feast.