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#myworld My world is dark and full of chaos, a rocky surface with seven moons to light this vast planet. Strange creatures roam the plains, the hunters and the hunted.
• Stone heart, machine gun...fire away, fire away • I slowly trudged down what remained of the familiar school hallway, examining small details of the wreckage that struck my attention.
For a moment, time stands still. My heart stops and I cease to breathe. A vision of my mother replaces the scene.
Back in the day, there was all tall building. Buildings so tall they would touch they sky. Skyscrapes they were called. They went on and on for as far as you could see and probably further.
Prince Catiouse covers Daisy to a door that is locked Daisy hackes the door and it opens catiouse goes on fist and sees all humain,dog,kajiit(if u want to know what is a kajiit play the elder...
Rosie ran outside, into the snow. As she ran, all of her worries flew away. It fell, glittering gently to the ground. Rosie reached out to touch it.
I woke up from my coma and they said that twenty years had passed. I knew not what happened to me as my memories were fading fast. I could not move an inch as I was strapped down on this bed.
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.
#cheesebattle. The world, it lies in pieces,. As Feather did predict,. The baddies bumped off all the goods,. Including D and Nic,. The Aston at the junkyard,. Maybe in for a repair,.
(read parts 1-6 first) #thelight "We are gathered today to discuss the future of our nations!" Sir Gregory (the English PM), "To discuss the future of our world.
I was just wondering if anyone thinks this is good......I was writing it for a friend (his idea :P ) and I didn't edit yet so some parts may need a little fixing.
The third, enjoy. INT. Kitchen - midday This is a dream sequence, which took place about 4 years earlier. The man's wife burst through the door, screaming at a young man.
(read parts 1-5 first) #thelight "what?!" Sally exclaimed, "we can't be going out of the city!" "Well of course we have to.
The streets lined with corpses. Bones showing around the skin. Faces sucked in. Cold eyes staring aimlessly. The starving crawling down the alleys. Cannibalism starting to rise.
(read parts 1-3 first) (sorry its been so long) #thelight "Sally Jones?" a tall military man said as Sam's mother entered the room.
It's easy to see how, after living my entire life under a glass bio dome, I was more than a little frightened by the open, unprotected sky. I stand on the dry dusty ground which was once mud.
Zule fasted and cleansed himself for days as prescribed by the lawgivers before ascending into the holy place.
My team began to prepare themselves for what lied ahead, we know that whatever we come across won't be friendly.
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.
Watching the chaos unfold from my window, I knew there was nothing I could do.
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.
“Samson!!!. I know you can hear me. Where are you?!” I heard her call again. Ignoring her call, I went deeper, entranced by a shimmer at the bottom of the lake.
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.
Greg sat back in his favourite chair. His forearms resting on the worn leather. The chair was ancient. Previously belonging to his father, his grandfather and his father before him.