Bizarre Writing Prompt #15


The hidden worker runs supported by the fire of life. He seeks the bland, the barren plain of dust or ash upon which he can carve his skyscrapers, his metropolis of dreams. In sandy soil where others wilt, he blossoms, thrives, a succulent of mind and the clay of lives as yet unlived.

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