Rust & Ash 2
The pale morning light filtered through the snowy white haze of the sky to fall on the broken horizon.
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The pale morning light filtered through the snowy white haze of the sky to fall on the broken horizon.
"Wake up," Zayden said. My eyes shot open. "We have to barricade the doors and windows now," he said helping me up. We took what furniture we could and barricaded all the doors and windows.
Right, everyone. You all must read these books!!. They are amazing.
(just an idea) Part 1 *^*^*^* "Come on Crescent... We'll be late!" calls Sam from the dark, dingy kitchen. I sit at the small mirror looking deep into my reflection.
"Well, I know how to work this all now." Gabriel smiled gratefully. "Thanks." "No problem." Natt smiled, wiping the sweat on his brow away. "I know we've got something else you'll like.
So I have several on-the-go stories at any one moment in time. I will list them along with a short summery so you can see what - if any - you'll be interested in.
The smell of ash greeted him as it did every morning. Dreams of inferno and death fading with the rising sun, how long had it been he wondered. Two years, or was it three.
I apologize beforehand if this story seems a little preachy; I've been reading a lot of Ayn Rand lately and it might be rubbing off.
Walking through empty fields of an apocalyptic world I cannot feel the sun. The smokey air scrapes my lungs clean filling them with rust and dust.
-1- The beast made a snap at the slab of meat in her hand.
It was war. Every day, they would sit in cold metal capsules, cramped in like mice in a cage. At their specified time, the door would unlock, and it would be their turn to fight.
I pushed the last of the branches away from my face, advancing out onto the ridge, Bloody hell. It'd been a while since I'd seen a view like this.
Well I guess the last post went wrong so here's just: Part 9 -'-'-'-'-'-'- Peeta's face flashed with worry but left after a few seconds. "Don't worry Peeta.
Part 8 •••••••••• (It's short but snappy!) It had been 3 days since Zaya left us. I was in pieces. We had already buried her.
Part 7 -.-.-.-.-.- "Peeta we need to get back" I say dipping my feet in the water.
Part 6 *~*~*~*~* (Sorry it's so long. But I like this chapter!) We both froze still together. I slowly broke away from Peeta and looking into his eyes, it was like a signal I guess.
Part 5 ¡¿!?¡¿!?¡¿ (It's a long one!) I woke up and rolled over, "Don't mind me then." said Peeta who I was now sprawled over lazily. "Sorry. How's your shoulder.
It's a new world. Life as you know it has crashed and burned. Ever since the new laws came in. A new continent assembled when they won WWW3.
The jeep rollicked across the sand, spitting clouds into the early sun. The dawn burned like toxic waste across the horizon. The tires froze and the jeep lurched to a stop in the burning valley.
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~ This is a really long one, I'll try to make the next one shorter. Please comment on what you think I could do to improve, thanks. X ~ "Maya?" I said through the bedroom door "Reece.
A putrid stench assaults his nose, forcing a wave of coughs and splutters from his throat. It is the same stench that engulfs every part of this city.
~Thea~ I sit bolt upright, drawing in long deep breaths, my eyes closed as I compose myself. My heart flutters in a panicked frenzy, and a gentle roaring starts in my ears. I have to get up.
Cars like mad max Heavy guns holding DU munition Mohawk jet black Just ran over a black cat Hear me coming as I'm slumping Bass so lead Make bitches sick with dread Dirty stained knife Covered in...