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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...
So we fought. You left me all alone. Now I'm in the bathroom. On the floor. Doors closed and locked. Just like my heart now. My eyes are red and puffy. My cheeks are wet. From all your insults.
Ext. Above the pier, barren road leading to a back alley - midday The man cuts diagonally across the street into a back alley, Karl right by his side.
Feebi's POV: No, they promised her protection. Protection. They cant do this. Can they. No they cant. They know that if it is her then they are already on my death list. I let out a gasp.
Has anybody read Divergent. My goodness, it's amazing. Read it. Now. 'Kay. 'Divergent', by Veronica Roth, follows Tris, a sixteen-year-old girl living in a dystopian society.
I look at this strange message, time and time again, the snow turning to slush beneath my feet, soaking through my fur boots.
#nightdwellers. Struck sideways hanging upside down. Viewing the world when the earth remains unploughed. Trapped by the weeds and the vines wrapped around my feet.
Standing in a tidal wave of madness. I'm the one rising from the ashes. Cue the violins we're going down. Though I have this odd feeling that I'll be safe and sound. Destruction, bad construction.
Drip, drip, drip.