Great art! I have some fan fiction:



The sky - ablaze with colours. It reminded me of my hometown, my identity, my family. But all of that was gone now. I remembered the aliens descending from the clouds, and my heartbeat slowing my thoughts. I had escaped. My family weren't that lucky. Now all I had was nature - the endless source of stories from those who had passed each tree, to the amount of ants skittering up the root of a tree. This was who I had become. But the aliens were still out there. Searching.