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Broken vase.
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Broken vase.
Rena woke with a groan. Her forehead felt like it was split in half, her chest was feeling FAR too heavy, and her arm was once again aching.
"Gather round, gather round," he calls to us all. "Tonight is a night for stories and tales of the world.
// Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. // A handsome fire glinted and crackled in the the twilight that was just now fading into night under the vast California sky.
Out alone, No drink, No food to eat. Left out in a box, At the side of a road, Left out in the cold, Left out till I die.
Enter through the gates of Hell Sustenance to select, Choose the right one on pain of death.
Blood spilling, feral screams, chaotic madness. I pay attention to none. I sit alone in a bathroom stall, locked away from a hellish nightmare. Hand clutches neck, blood stains dress.
A man left his home at the crack of dawn, As did the doe and her new born fawn. Both for the same reason, To nurture their young, Is it a treason. If they don't see it as fun.
What Elizabeth was trying to reach,was her family's Anderson shelter.Only a few more paces,but the air-raid siren was already starting;Elizabeth had a worrying thought.What if those few paces were a...
I scream for help. My plea is drowned under tidal roars. I gasp for air, but choke on ice. The ocean pulls me to its depths, calling for me. I resist. I struggle for life.
They said they would be safe, Here they are dead, my loved ones, They lied, they killed em like the rest, Slaughtered them like the rest, Tortured them like the rest, Left me to see the results, It...
Branches flew towards my face as I rushed through the bushes, causing numerous scratches to appear on my face. I didn't feel any pain though. I had too much to do, too much to think about.
Words locked inside my mind. Not sure what I did this time. Pausing memories intense. Feeling emotions I'm up against. Well I just don't know anymore. Drinking and sleeping on the floor.
"Are we there yet?" Natalie whined. Tashie spun around, her face red. "No. Stop asking!" she whipped back around. "Well, where are we?" Natalie asked, exasperated. "We've been walking for days.
"Best we just wait here.", Jeff said: "seems daft to go outside." June was engrossed in her cross stitch, and nodded mechanically at his side. "Shall I put the kettle on?", he looked at her and said.
This is a poem I wrote in memory of relatives who were killed in a terrorist attack in India.
Oh boy, I know it's been a LONG time since I posted a new chapter of The Bowthswer Hunt, and well, it's back. I worked on it a bit more so I'm posting the whole thing of what I've got.
When it started, I was just a girl at fourteen. The plague came, and I was just getting started. He was perfect, a real charmer at eighteen. When the riots started, he disappeared.
Here you come again, Pulling Mother and me from our home, Putting us in chains and whipping with your whips. Loading me onto your ship like cheap cargo, Making me sleep in my own urine.
Part 1 The human body is an extremely fragile thing.
The virus spread faster None believed it at first Can't deny now this is a disaster Few knew ahead would be the worst Virus spreading through the bite The undeads rotted bloodied teeth The few of...
I might write a story, here is the first part. Please comment if you would like me to write more or if you would like me to stop writing it. Chapter 1 They left me on the floor, dying.
I let the wolf take over, her senses would be better to find the source of the scream. The forest zoomed past me as I sped towards the camp. I could smell blood.
Tom slowly pushed the door made of pallets open. Harry through a grenade out, securing the area from any beasts or rivals for our territory. I kissed Mark lightly.