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Rosie ran outside, into the snow. As she ran, all of her worries flew away. It fell, glittering gently to the ground. Rosie reached out to touch it.
The lights go out. As the world burns down. I'm looking at you. But you make no sound. I see the chaos of those in the streets. I cling to you. It's you that I need. You are mine. And will always be.
What's the point in running. Why don't you just hide. They're coming anyway. Swimming in the tide. They are faster than humans. Stronger than us too. They know how to hunt us. You know it's true.
She stalks, she hunts,. The prey is unaware,. She cannot be spotted,. She must take care,. The wind shifts,. The prey looks up,. A shiver from the grass,. Has given her up,. Cautious and frightened,.
April 14,1912 I was sailing on the Titanic aged just 17.It was night-time and the blue sky was covered in a blanket of darkeness and bright stars.I was on the front deck,alone.I stared out to...
I bear the marks, On my skin, The wild blesses me, From within, Cast out, Left to die, The people have left me, I must survive, The tide waits for no one, Just as the sea and sky, Light and...
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...
Jag kämpar för att hålla mig på ytan Men mina känslor dränker mig Hur ska jag klara mig utan Nu när du lämnat mig Hur ska jag orka andas i denna storm När ska jag sluta tänka -om.
Many lives know what it is to need. Many mouths are plagued by flies but never feed. Barren lands where sorrows grow. Pain and suffering the life they know. But even so, a mother still smiled.
Clinging to the edge, I know I promised and made a pledge. But what have I got left here. Hope, love. No, just fear. It'd be just so much easier to fall. Heart dead, put a stop to it all.
The boat jolted restlessly. The treacherous seas swept petrified Michael off his shoeless feet.
It won't be long until Yule, though some say it will be different this year. Perhaps I am just a fool, for letting rumours steer. Still I've made my preparations, and I've gathered my supplies.
It's first victim entered. Furious and menacing, the Minotaur viciously stampeded down the never ending pathways of the desolate labyrinth.
#nightdwellers I am the product of my surroundings. Shaped, manipulated and surrounded. Making tiny Olympic circles in the dirt.
As the wooden doors fell. And the machines began their work. Nobody knew what they'd find. In this factory of an old age. The end of an era. The end of it all. The end, oh the end. Of too big to fail.
Pain. I didn't know how to deal with pain. With hunger and self gain. They did this. Saw me in pain. But they were vain. They left me in the rain. Left me to wallow in my self pity.
He is moving closer and closer, only meters away. I recognise his beady eyes but his snow carpeted scarf is tied tight around his mouth.
To get to the other side. You may think my story has ended but you were wrong. On the other side of the road was a huge factory. Thick, acrid smoke puffed out of the gigantic chimneys.
Spiraling towards the ground That's where my body'll be found Nobody will understand why Or even give a try I fall, fall, fall Waiting for the end of it all Air rushing past Grass coming up...
March 18th, 3016 The test is near. I close the door to our broken down cottage and breathe out. Opening my eyes I expect the worst but see nothing. They're gone. I'm headed for the Human Test.
He hides, taking occasional glances, Thinks he maybe should take less chances. A stowaway on a small blue boat, Carrying lots of boxes and an old grey goat.
Tightening grip around my neck. Face, still smiling, but the breath is becoming laboured, Torture, this is. My breathing, shallow. Is it supposed to be this way. A rite of passage.
30/05/12 We're being followed. By a gang of humans. Armed humans. From a distance, we could look normal, but close up, the whole half-horse, wings and scales thing kind of gives it away.
21st September 1941 ELIZABETH I am so sad.My fiancé has gone out to fight in the war.Our wedding was meant to be 2 years ago today.I sigh.Being in Londob has been so boring despite the fact I have...