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Ignorant is bliss, I've stopped noting, Miss. Warfare, a computer game, Pushing buttons no longer lame. Brainwashing starts at school, To be smart -you must play the fool.
We were only four when the world went to hell. I can still remember it all, the fire erupting from nothingness, the sky alight with it as it turned to dark suffocating smoke.
Still just a child but recruited to fight. They told us their cause was just and right. They trained us and taught us the ancient lore. An army of youth, assembled for war.
Are you waiting for something new to happen.
#acrostic. C ome to the Essex riviera. A nd sample island living. N othing's open after nine. V acant high street unforgiving. E stuary English tells of. Y esteryears tragedy.
CHAPTER 1 Temari stumbled into her one bedroom apartment, bone tired. She had worked for eight hours, and eight hours too many.
Head ringing. Heart pounding. Legs bringing me to who knows where... A vast, arid plain of dry, cracked earth blanketed the inhospitable landscape.
School consist of having a pill. Crammed right down your throat. Half of it is knowledge. Oh so small but oh so great. Once that's done you rest an hour. Letting your brain soak in new power.
The first thing I saw…was nothing. There was no sign that a man had been there. The gym was completely silent that you could hear a pin drop. Everything was the same as it usually was.
What would it be like,. How would it change,. A world with anger,. Isn't really that deranged,. What would it sound like,. Would it be as silence as a bee,. The anger and hatred in the ally's.
We think we know how we are going to die. I always thought you seen this light at the end of a tunnel and went to heaven.
Part 1 of . 'Donut's is there nothing they can't do' was repeating over and over before Ian pushed down on the slice of cake, which doubled up as a snooze button on his novelty Simpsons alarm clock.
We will not follow, We shall not wallow, We shall run through the hollows, Escape this fate, Before the time rings late, We shall escape this trait, As we head for the run of our lives, Against those...
"Come on.. It's not that cold." Jordan said smiling, standing in the lake with his jeans rolled up. Roslyn laughed at him from the dock.
I hate life. Living in what is a supposedly a perfect society. The city is mostly white as well as the clothing. I am the only one who doesn't wear white.
"Zay. No!" I screech. Zay doesn't react. What's wrong with him. "Zay!" The man holding my stick glares at me, then slaps me. Ow. What was that for.
~the story I submitted~ Ruth Forrest. I was running, I couldn't stop. He was after me, they were after me. If I stopped, even for a split second, they'd catch me.
It all came to a culmination, then. Generations of scheming, of waiting - of subservience and pain had been suffered to come to this moment.
Just finished reading the book.
For a 500 word competition for Chris Evans :) I was running, I couldn't stop. He was after me, they were after me. If I stopped, even for a split second, they'd catch me.
I opened my eyes, staring at blackness, somewhat lethargic from the sleeping pills. "Rey. Reylene?" A familiar voice whispered. "Quinton. Are you here?" I called, digging my fingers into my mattress.
#opussweeklychallenge One earth for sale. One earth for sale. One rotten and dirty old earth for sale. Where you have to go inside to get any fresh air. It's falling apart but no one really cares.
#opussweeklychallenge This ain't your average yard sale, kids, We've got something new in store. You're sitting on it, It's all around you, Would you like to know more.
C arry on, the games are done. A lthough they lived, no one won. T reacherous days, they lay ahead. C areful what they thought you said. H ow one thing affects all districts.