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Elephant Riders on the brow. You can see them coming from the bough. Tusks in length and rowed up neat, they come in strength to a slow drum beat.
This isn't a story or a poem or an article being dramatic and big shit. This is real. I'm reporting an event which has been happenong but ignored but almost everyone on the planet.
I'm bored of waiting, Bored of crying, Bored of dying, Bored of everything. We see this world in colour, But it's like I'm colour blind... Why you ask.
The morning was breaking as Hayley woke up, stumbling bleary eyed towards the bathroom. Echoes of loud voices boomed through her head.
I sit here in the great oak tree. And look over the mountains, to the sea. The sea is filled with parrell. The sea is no longer misty blue. but burning a dangerous red. The wind begins to roar.
Prologue: Deep in the shadow filled cave a great monstet lay slumbering, its chest rising and falling with each long drawn out breath.
6 months have past. There have been more disappearances, more rumours and more uncertainty.
There was something in the air, like a calm before the storm, like the charge before the lightning, silence, from which, thunders born. It was the Fimbulwinter, the prelude to the end.
A thin sliver of light crept through the gap between the doors of my wardrobe. At some point I must've fallen asleep, despite the commotion last night.
I don't understand what is going on. I'm only four. Everyone was outside running for their lives, screaming "it's coming, it's coming!" What was it. Nobody tells me anything.
3.2.1... Oh hey guys. I'm Asher I am a 12 year old, but I kind of have a secret, wanna know. Fine. Ill tell you. I dream the future and this is when I dreamt of the world ending 20 years ago.
There's danger growing in the moon. There's a fire burning far and through. The moon is falling. The earth cracks. I'm falling down, falling down. I'm falling into the fire. There's no return.
What you going to do when shit hits the fan, are you going to stand and fight like a man.
The rain it fell for days and days, he thought: "I need to build a boat.
Have you ever heard a planet sing. It is said that in the dying days of Earth, its song radiated around the system, carrying with it the empty screams of life.
I was walking home one night, and as I walked past a roundabout something strange happened. It started to collapse, fall down into the earth, like sand that finds a hole in a sheet of paper.
As the young girls terror reduces her to tears there is a loud knock at the door. She looks towards the door and slowly approaches it.
Here it is, the stopwatch, Grandad said to me Been passed down throughout the years Made in 1863 Thank you very much but What exactly does it do.
Scrambling through the toxic infested tunnel, droplets of water dripped onto her back and mud caked its way onto her knees.
The division of an anecdote Challenged by an immortal soul. Effigies of gloating gods Guarding hoards behind templed walls. Ancient treasured carvings flawed.
He was a dark and stormy Knight, tempered in a skin of steel. He rode upon a pale horse, the devils spurs upon his heel. It's hoof fall burning colour, into fading shades of grey.
In The Beginning, People Had Nothing. Their Bodies Ached and Their Hearts Held Nothing But Hatred. They Fought Endlessly But Death Never Came. They Despaired Stuck In The Eternal Quagmire.
The starship Magellan was an oasis of existence in an ocean of nothingness. It screamed its loneliness through the inky blackness of space, crying out to the cold, distant stars.
The wave was getting closer. "How far away is it?" Lydia asked, the fear evident in her voice. "Maybe 200 feet." Jupiter said calmly. Lydia looked. 150 feet.