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Birth.... ....one last big push. Arrggghhhhhh A beautiful baby boy breathes pure oxygen, but wait, something's wrong here.
Riley stood amongst the crowd. He was sure he'd go deaf from the noise they were making. Riley Morgan liked it quiet. Their camp's leader, Werner, had called for an emergency assembly.
We have something that they want A vicious attack we cannot stop Their red eyes view us as a threat So they sentence us to death.
The Dutch gas mask fitted nicely, and a bargain at the cost. Only £4.50, without it his life would be lost. Even the N.B.C suit, that was £4.50 too. Nuclear-Biological-Chemical suit.
There was a shark. In a pool. And the only way out of the room was by pool. She turned to go back but there was a metal door there. Terrified she looked for a way out. But she couldn't find any.
Thundering noise Whining sound Gallops the hooves upon the ground The chase is on But what will it bring On the night before the season spring Run young one run Before the rising of the sun I will...
Tic-tock, tic-tock, time was running out. Tic-tock, tic-tock, he frantically rushed about. Tic-tock, tic-tock, there where only moments left. Tic-tock, tic-tock, his senses where bereft.
Every move we make Moves us from the place were trying to get to,. Trapped by the Current of life,. Every breath we take to stay above water trying to survive,.
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.