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The night is warm and golden, My eyelids start to droop. Fatigue sticks like honey, As I struggle through the gloop. Scrambling up the tree trunk, I spot my home ahead.
Like if you want to see more. I remember it like it was yesterday. The endless sea, swaying to and fro. The stench of rotten fish. The sound of seagulls drifting in the air.
"I'm Tashie," the girl said, sticking her hand out to Lydia. She quickly introduced Lydia to everyone in the group. "This is Marcus, Natalie, Dalia, Cynthia, Stefan, and Toby." Tashie said quickly.
*This is a short story I wrote in Year 8, and I thought I should share it on Opuss.
Wake Up Quick. They are coming, coming, Blood in their eyes. Gunpowder on their faces. Fire in their hands. Destruction in their hearts And your house is the target.
I begin to sprint in the other direction my head filled with instict. I collapse near a nearby tree and start to dig.
I wake up to the sounds of morning. The birds chirping, apples falling from trees, and the sun reflecting off the vibrantly colored autumn leaves.
18 hours of fear and pain 18 hours till someone came Promises of love that turned to dust Violence and pain, the bubble burst Threatened with knives, stick, scissors and gun Pushed and pulled,...
I shake my foot away from the loose grasp of the net and run, run for my life and more. I don't stop until im downtown, lost in the croud they will never find me.
I walk, the sand in my toes, the wind in my face and the overwhelming sound of seagulls around my head. I ponder through my thoughts, thinking, regretting and remembering my journey.
Lydia was falling down. It had become eerily silent inside the tornado. Lydia's body was numb. She knew she was falling, but she didn't know where. There was no where else she could go.
The tedious, dry, and cracked ground is difficult to shove a rake into, and after many tries of beating the spokes into the soil it gives in and is shoveled down beside me, revealing fresh dirt for...
~And now for something completely different.
I went for a stroll one misty night and roved upon the moors, and there a creature I did see a beast of teeth and claws.
The air around them was screeching in their ears. It got louder and louder as they ventured closer to the tornado. The tornado was horrifying yet awesome.
Scrambling through the toxic infested tunnel, droplets of water dripped onto her back and mud caked its way onto her knees.
The tiny winged passenger plane ripped through the feathery clouds as it plummeted towards the earth at uncontrollable speeds.
Mottled skin, Dark rings around her soft eyes, So much ink, Coverin' up the danger and lies.
I can hardly believe its come to hiding in alcoves as I wait for my prince charming to come, but as the figure approaches, I realize I'm on my own.
The howl sounded shrilly in the distance, jolting Vega from sleep instantly.
*This is based on a dream I had a while ago, I adapted it into a story. Your thoughts and any criticism are welcome, please comment.* I'm standing in a wooden hut.
We are in drought The poster said I'll wash myself With sand instead Drink only blood Throw plants away Once withered in The cruel sun's rays We are in drought So says the news No hosepipes,...
"I don't want to die in an old peoples home. I want to go out with a bang." I said as Chris and I drove down a quiet road towards where we were meeting my devious supposed-to-be-dead mother.
"She's gone." Lydia sighed. Lydia and Gavin were in the middle of nowhere. The area around them was empty, except for cornfields and barns. The wind whistled beside them.