Doing a challenge on 5 minute Freewrite, please see below for my story:
There was something special about the desk at the end of the world. It was tucked away in an abandoned corner of an old industrial building, the only thing still standing after the apocalypse.
No one knew how long it had been there, but it had been well maintained, and the wood had the shine of something that had been lovingly cared for.
Even in the midst of destruction, the desk seemed to hold something special. It had an aura of peace, as if it were a haven in a chaotic land.
The desk was a sacred place, a safe haven for those seeking refuge. People would come and go, and they would share their stories with one another.
At night, when the sky was dark and the stars twinkled in the night, the desk at the end of the world seemed to speak to them. They would tell stories of the tragedies they had endured, of the hope they still held on to, and of the dreams they had yet to realize.
This was their way of coping and of clinging to what was left of their humanity in a world that had changed beyond recognition.
And just as it had been there before the end of the world, so too did it remain when the morning came, ready to once again provide comfort and hope to those who needed it.