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*my idea for a sequel to I am legend* So.. Say Robert Neville (will smith) is still alive, with the company of Anne and Ethan.
~And now for something completely different.
The howl sounded shrilly in the distance, jolting Vega from sleep instantly.
In the 1800s treaties of trade were signed, promising that lands like Japan, China, Africa and South America would trade with the northern, or western lands(United States and Canada) But now,...
Our science took a huge leap forward the day the object fell from the sky.
It's 3000 years into the future and the world is ruled by two, left and right wing factions, the united west, led by North America after the economical and social collapse of Europe with what's left...
The sky has always been like this since the beginning of our history; endless dark masses of churning cloud, thunderous booms causing quakes around the globe, the scattered brisance of constant...
I sit by the fire on this road. Charred remains of humanity. Evidence of things gone wrong. I Think. There is nothing left. Only the dying -thoughts Of many innocents. The crying of many babes.
The wind blew through the rusting leaves on the trees and the charcoal clouds blew along in tow.
In a thousand years time they'll look at this urinal, excavated from ash rock in a cave devoid of the ancient smell of piss. They can stand and gawk, enjoying cool respite from the tourist season...
Lydia couldn't remember the last time she was with her family. It felt like it had been decades ago, but it had only been a few days. She didn't know why she was here.
。。。「Prologue」 Voix, a darkness void within ones soul, heart, being. Its the guilty ridden pleasure that is in everyone's heart. Even yours.
as I looked around at the terrible sight of burnt buildings, stray cars and trees that had finnaly rotted away I realise how long I have been around. this town never meant to look like this.
Lilac lights shoot down on me, as I wander through the immense hall, legs and arms swinging in the spambreeze.
Okay, so after mulitple friends nagging me to see the Hunger Games, I kind of gave in. It didn't really look like something I would watch, and the books that come before films are usually better.
I sit, all the time. It should get painful but I can't feel a thing. Can you. I don't expect so. I think you sit, too. I can't see your legs very well anymore since she moved you.
At night I wind down and pull my head off. Then I put my head in a box where I keep my special things.
My father was always a paranoid man. It got worse as he got older. He kept getting me to taste his drinks before he drank it, thoroughly convinced I was trying to poison him.
we drift from block to block, from city to city, traversing continents and timezones. we live in cheap hostels, tiny flats and abandoned structures, scavenging the scraps of a fallen society.
---Part 3. Sorry its taken so long... I've been studying for an English exam that I have in two weeks.
************************************ Today, I will be telling you about the book Hunger Games. It is my favourite book in the world.
Chapter 1. I cant feel my legs again. Beeing paralyzed from the waist down is not a joke. I grab for a dirty redish sweater with crunched cheese doodles all over it.
The world had changed; gone were the governments, the law enforcers and the righteous. Only the strong survived. Civilisations were a thing of the past, memories of a more stabilised time.
The darker it became outside, the more restless Ivy became. No one in the Compound liked the dark, so at 5pm prompt, the lights would gain full power and brighten every nook and cranny.