Black Wind A Short Story

The swirling black almost-solid winds danced across the land, ripping apart every single crust that made up the planet. The twisting block of wind sped across the land as fast as a fierce leopard, ripping away grass and soil from every place it encountered. It is strong, stronger than the most stable a rock. For days, the swirling block circled the planet searching for survivors. Kill, kill, kill is what the tornado thinks, like a broom, sweeping up everything, still flying around the planet. The remains of the planet, now as wimpy as a twig, get sucked into the swirling black wind, grasping for anything stable. But now, nowhere is safe for the torn apart land to go, but into the world of the swirling black wind.




Not part of the story part: Yo, I wrote this and I thought that people might like to see something I wrote before I started RPing, I'm still learning how to use this site and stuff. Sorry it's not about the Hunger Games. I wrote this about a week ago.