Genre of Choice - Short Story
It was just like any other autumn morning. I shivered in the sheets and blankets of my frigidly cold bed, and I stood up lazily. Yawning, I poured myself a bowl of cereal. As I gnawed on my Frosted Flakes, I noticed that my window overlooking my neighborhood was completely spray-painted black. I rushed over to the window, and I was numbed with shock at what I saw. Rather, what I didn’t see. All of the outside world was pitch black
It was just like any other autumn morning. I shivered in the sheets and blankets of my frigidly cold bed, and I stood up lazily. Yawning, I poured myself a bowl of cereal. As I gnawed on my Frosted Flakes, I noticed that my window overlooking my neighborhood was completely spray-painted black. I rushed over to the window, and I was numbed with shock at what I saw. Rather, what I didn’t see. All of the outside world was pitch black