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Black night, The mist sneaks and creeps and the ocean breeze blows strong In the background a sound seeps, a hypnotic and deadly song.
I had lost all senses. I couldn't feel myself. I couldn't hear anything. Sight was completely useless here. I searched for a taste in my mouth and found nothing. I felt disembodied and completely...
It didn't happen like she had thought it would. There were no explosions, no raging fires, no ruptures in the ground... and nothing but silence.
Tuesday, week 2: Science The door swung inwards slowly. On the other end a man with a face like a mastiff greeted everyone in. Josh walked over to his seat.
Prologue I ran as fast as I could. Jumping over fallen branches and ducking between trees. I could hear him coming closer. My lungs burned and my throat felt torn up from my ragged breathing.
"hello?" Lewis called out. "help" came the voice again. I wriggled trying to free myself from the firm grip of Lewis. He lowered me down gently until I was stood and balanced on the floor.
Chapter 3 Stretching his wrinkly neck out of the microscopic lighthouse window, my grandfather noticed me lying helplessly as the gargantuan ship lost control.
He was a practical hunter. Living off the earth loner. Far away from the touristy tracks. Deep into the forest he built traps. A local ancient tribe of cannibals. Are his nearest kind of neighbours.
“Now we only have to deal with transportation.
Stefan was climbing up the trunk of the tree, his body aching after each move. He could feel Lydia's blood drenching his clothes, he could her soft groans of discomfort.
On a new estate in England, somewhere in Milton Keynes, Mother went out shopping, for brie, baguettes and beans.
#household #sink #twistedopuss I can feel myself going down Twisting and spiralling the wrong way round Being pulled deeper into the dark Down into the plug hole of life I'm falling. Cartwheeling.
There a few things you should know,. Like how to survive flying through snow,. As bitter wind bites your face,. While tough wings beat at a steady pace,. Your gloved hands grip tightly,.
I was so tired. My head was swirling, my thoughts blurred. It wasn't normal for smoke to be creeping under the door, but I couldn't work out why. What was it that caused smoke again.
I look for my prey. Chest heaving. Heart pumping. The dark colours of the plants boar me. I need the colour of prey, of food. I need the red of heat. The hairs on my back stand up grey and long.
Chapter 2 My grandad was panicking as I reached the top of the spiralled stairs. 'Theres a ship Anthony. And it's heading towards us!'. 'It looks like its going to crash into us!' I exclaimed.
Chapter 2 My head hits the the truck window and I open my eyes. I rub the painful area with my hand.
Tears roll down my cheeks, the world I cannot face. The effort it would take is far to great to pull myself from this dark place.
I strolled down the old dirt road to the local bar. I arrived at the small bar and ordered a scotch. I sat on the worn out leather stool and put my head on the wood counter. I sighed.
Inspired by @Fly10 post titled "Dark Water" Warning. It's a tough, emotional read.
I'd slowly accumulate bits and pieces of things I found and construct a makeshift home, under a bridge ideally because of the shelter from the elements, and also because I'd pretend to be a troll.
After about an hour of basic horse Care training we tacked back up and loaded up the supplies. I help Tom up onto lightning and handed him the reighns I patted lightning comfortingly on the kneck.
Soon after Mia woke up, she felt something crumpled underneath her. It was another note. It read : 2nd July Today a girl, about my age, came into the shack.
Today it rained for hours, The floods are everywhere, Looking for some dry ground, There isn't, anywhere.