Short story #1

A grackle

Lives in a grackle house

Lives by the river

Walks away from the moon.

The side of the house collapsed

The grackle man walked to the museum

The ruby moon disintegrated into confetti stars

Grackle land was a world where space ships were built

Inter stellar space ships

Going nowhere

Everyone lived in the grackle trees 

Moon was like a pumice stone

Sacred jade amulets were worn by everyone except the ship builders

If only society would stop collapsing. 

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