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The sluggish air holds the stench of death on its misty tongue. I limp past the rubble of the destroyed shops that once lined this street.
Chapter 4 Sluggishly I blurted out, 'Grandfather, you have to leave. I'm going to die.'. With a downhearted look on his drooped face, he cried, 'Anthony.
Blood on the butcher's slab, dripping to the ground. Marble steps leading to a throne room made of fire. Twisted crowns, molten metal, fall down and solidify in squares.
Chapter 36 He looked at me and studied my face. He gave me a smile and told me he was only 14. " so, do you like living here?".
My soul will live, With you forever, Flown away, Broke the tether, Keeping me trapped, Upon this earth, Given wings to fly, And heaven's worth.
I had to concentrate for this. One slip and both of our lives would be gone forever. I took some deep breaths. You can do it, I assured myself.
I was born for a reason. A purpose. An aim. To sow their misfortune. To kill. And to maim. But chose to change track. To rebel. To step out. To warn of death coming. To sing. Devout.
Take a deep breath, Its over now, For you anyway, Others will fight on, But you did your part, You wont be remembered, Not as an individual, You will be known as Soldier, A man who gave it all for...
Amidst the morning fog running footsteps could be heard. A young boy, no older then tween, was dashing between the buildings of his village.
Just to let you know, from now on, this series will be called 'The Unloved Boy'. Enjoy. #WriteMoarStories I wake up with aching back muscles and searing pain where the whip lashed me.
I'll admit this isn't love As is always portrayed, This is more like loyalty The way this game's been played.
A worthy sacrifice at your altar. My blood spilled for your pleasure. A willing gesture to those who look upon us from high. Miracles are not mine to give. I pray at your feet and become the prey.
. 1 Every full moon the Mountain of Wishes was welcoming people from all over the world to make their wishes come true. There were rules, of course. One person - one wish.
The flowers woven into her long ginger hair. The delicate fabrics of her dress flair. Her beautiful skin soft and fair. One has no choice but to stop and stare.
Once again scrubbing On my hands and knees, Choosing to remain like this, Not to become free By selling an Angel, Unlike Judas, showing mercy. Yet no reward just scrubbing brush As my winning fee.
No superpowers does he possess, He's just Average Joe, I will confess. No superhero costume, or laser from eye, He ain't immortal, he can die.
Story based on a set of songs. Enjoy.
I'm standing here at attention. But my mind is miles away. Thinking of the dancing girl. And how I'll tell her some day. I love her but I dare not speak. Because when I'm around her I fear.
The heart of the sky is lit in his eyes,. O, mighty eagle, predator true,. Guide us to the homeland,. Our families too,. Yes, he replied,. But a price you must pay,. The heart of your child,.
Every year Since the age of twelve Steven had done something on his birthday for his late parents. At thirteen he completed his first marathon, aged fourteen he completed his first parachute jump.
Now, if I was to describe myself to anyone-if I were able to that is-I wouldn't tell them how I died, because it's the worse possible death to have.
Horses: the forgotten heroes. _____________________ The dappled grey stallion stood shivering against the harsh weather, no protection provided to shelter him or the others.
He paused briefly Then sprinted with full gust Against the unforgiving odds. Valor, Honor, and Trust The night was clear, A noiseless escape, A silver glimmer of hope, A journey to make.
I would jump out of my skin. Breathe all the negativity in. Burn those bridges down. Stay underwater til I drown. Bring the moon and the stars, come running from afar.