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Night was beginning to close in.Luna and James were heading for the heart of the cave.Spiders crawled up the walls and blood trailed along the floor.Some sea-water was at the bottom of the cave and...
When it was 1943 world war II was still on...
I am the supermarket car washer in the winter The leaf raker in the autumn The lemonade stand on a hot summers day The lawn mower as the spring life comes out to play I am a result of no...
Hi this is a Hunger Games blog as you probably guessed by the title.This is a bit about a selection of characters from the books.
It was a perfect day,. The sky was blue,. No clouds in the sky,. Promising and new,. I worked at the world trade center,. Or twin towers as they say,. Gorgeous buildings,. Gorgeous day,.
I woke up and quickly felt my heart, there was no wound though, I was amazed by this, I walked to my office not noticing the lack of people around the city, I went into my office and quickly started...
The sun has set. Getting to my uncle's home has taken longer than I expected. I've had to go out of my way to take long detours around the large groups blocking my path.
Sitting on a stool. The stool is dirty, coated with four layers of mud and gritt. It's been laying at the bottom of a lake for some time now... Mabey I have been laying in a lake for some time too.
His mother never loved him She only wanted girls So aged two, under the stairs He was thrown, he was hurled As young as he was He knew the love was gone For his mother was cold Heartless for so very...
Watching the chaos unfold from my window, I knew there was nothing I could do.
I stared down at my blotchy scarred skin. The surface was all uneven, sore and a pinky red colour where it had not had time to heal over properly.
The air of dejection lingered around in the chilly, dark room. In the corner of the abandoned, decaying room was a girl, barely in view.
"No. I'm coming with you." was my immediate reply. "I need to get underway as soon as possible, and anyway, I can help you get that kill." "Alright then. Get your bow, and be prepared to shoot for me.
#household I'm the bed that they lie on. The blanket that, keeps them warm. I can be their home, and with me they roam. Tired, hungry and cold, this is how they live.
I dodge and weave between them, never pausing to look back. There's so many. The entire street is covered with them. Uncle Raymond's house isn't too far, but it's going to be hell getting there.
I wake up each night and feel foolish Clutching my chest, I sob. You think all those times had prepared you - Nights like these you realise you were wrong.
Part 4 People scream and scatter in different directions while the guns fire. Somebody drags me away and I scream trying get out of their grasp.
Hey all. I've been working on this idea for a little while now, call it a pet project. Anyway, I had been writing it as episodes before I joined Opuss, which I shared on my site.
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.
My bones slowing deforming, My arms continuously working. Life in the factory. Scoop up the fallen cotton, Down on my knees, Help me please... Life in the factory.
"Really Midge, it's been seven years since the water accident, I would get in that river if I was you." Midge thought about that terrible day when he had been innocently watching the cool,blue water...
No one told me life would be easy They never told me life was hard Silver spoons I never knew Privilege belonging the chosen few.
Chapter 9 I suddenly woke waves of heat rushing up my body. I might pass out. Cap was snoring and Fortis was, well I don't know.
#100 days 3 and 4 The light of stars we captured, caught in jars of glass, because the stolen starlight, our candles did surpass.