One Boring Story

Just a writing exercise that I liked and decided to publish

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That day, the sky turned purple. It was a Sunday. Like any other Sundays. Boring. Uneventful. The sun was shining brightly and the birds were singing loudly. Until all of a sudden, one patch of the sky, from blue, became purple. Then a second patch. And another. And another. Quicker, and quicker. Until soon, the whole sky was purple.