Cold. Dead tendrils wind , circle, destroy.
The bark peels, flakes. The trunk groans. Supposed wisdom gone, a future gone, a past worthless.
The heart groans, aches, screams at the futilty of its fight. There was no warning, no omens, no storm. Just the cold and the end.
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Once lived a girl called Tilley she had a toy dinosaur well last sunday at 9:15pm she woke up and her dinosaur was glowing .
So Tilley your mum and dad Are both ok Tilley has now got a baby brother called Scott so that was Tilleys story if you got any ideas tell me.
What is 'nothing' . Is it the blank expression on the relatives face. Or is it the cold reply from your mother on a bad day. Is it the empty feeling you feel when your alone.
Do you ever get that strange feeling when your asleep and you suddenly awake and feel as if your falling down a stairs or something?.
"If you are scared of the past you will never live the future" said a voice in Peter's head.
And so it began. The winds swelled and the rain fell, yet nothing could shelter her and her thoughts. In the vortex of her mind stood a sacred place, a safe place.
<love>. A lot like humans code can be altered to become something much bigger and better we all at time have to be debugged and a lot of us compiled ..
Standing there, on that ledge so far from humanity, I gripped his hand impossibly tight. His mind entered mine and for a moment I could see all the heartache we had caused each other.
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