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Scorching sand stretched out under the boiling red sun A emerald green lizard scuttled under the only rock in miles My mouth felt like sand paper and my sunburned skin burnt in angry scarlet patches...
The dry blood that coats my face irritates me, I tense my face in a feeble attempt to bring myself some relief but none comes.
Day 3 the turtle had burning red eyes that looked into your soul but it was still kinda cute as it licked my pale feet.Day 4 I felt totally better since the bite but the hologram man popped up again...
A long time ago, there was a man who went hunting in the woods. As night fell, he found himself in an unfamiliar part of the forest. He walked and walked, but he couldn't find his way home.
A fantasy world I wish to live. I fall onto a soft cloud. To tired to move I close my eyes. A slight breeze caresses my skin as I open my eyes. In a world of vivid colors and tranquility.
I saw a flying pig. Flying past my window. Hallucinated freakshow. Imprinted on my sky. up amongst the clouds. Fluffy like marshmallow. Through the rainbows yellow. I saw that piggy fly.
Hey man, watcha doin. My parents are outta town. I'm havin a few friends over. You wanna come around. Sure that's cool, I got no plans, that sounds like fun to me.
Is this an illusion. Are you really here. Is my mind playing tricks, Are you this near. You're caressing my face, Stroking my hair, Is this an illusion, Do you really care.
Falling deeply into madness. At least that's what they are saying, they said I made it up in my mind, falling into wonderland and joining the mad hatters crew and all that.
She was magnificent, she always had been ever since the day I saw her at my father’s funeral.
"Who-who-who's there?" I asked. No answer. "Answer. Answer NOW!" A rustling of plastic bags was frail against the sharp tone of the person's voice. "Honey!" they said.
The whirring lights; red and blue, stirred in the rain slipping from the clouds' grasp, jumping diagonally from them, as if trying to escape out as far away as possible.
I can heard the noise of laughter, Come from the darkness that surrounds. What am I to do here. It's source can't be found. It's from outside this room, Further than the darkness still.
The urban jungle was over flowing with people. The traffic was congested in the road and people spilled out of doors onto the over crowded pavements.
Sometimes I hate night time. Last night something horrible kept happening. When I closed my eyes I'd picture something frightening.
This, the first letter is written by Diane that wasn't responded, before she became the girl living on the roof of the restaurant she priorly was the chef of; 'I wore that tight black dress of mine...
'My fins are not made for typing, but they float like in the sea, my Pull-Apart Bread has Gouda if not Dutch Crunch these days you see..'.
I see faces in the darkness, Ones that aren't really there. They move with the particles, Emotionless with air. Why do I see you faces. What could you possibly mean. I'm sure others can see you.
It was just approaching 9pm 2 epic failed escape plans haunted him He began to drift off into his dreams Still plotting his next big schemes He had took his nightly medication Nurse Nic hand already...
Tyree sits on the leaf-littered ground with her knees against her chin and her white, ring-covered hands crossed across her shins. The taste of denim touches upon her tongue.
I feel it in my belly, I feel it in my gut, That wasn't really jelly, I think you're a silly smut, I saw a fish make a wish, As it tumbled from the sky, Then stole a coat all swish, It didn't fall...
The dark enclosed me, wrapped around me like a blanket, telling me everything would be alright. I could hear my own breathing, ricocheting off the Walls of my cell.
But I wasn't dead. Was I. My heart rate quickened and my lungs began to burn. Stupid nightshade. I had no idea what it was but I hated it with all my heart.
The sunlight plays on the water's rippling surface, dappling the gentle waves with yellow-white light.