15 March 2013
Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm.
Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
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Contributors: @yikici @Jamtots
Proposed contributor: @Stablish - For betraying and framing me (And because he wants to do it lol)
The rules:
Following the lines you have written tag another wonderful Opussian to continue with another 1-4 lines -who we will encourage to tag another Opussian and so forth until the piece comes to a natural end declared by the last writer of the piece -who will in turn choose an appropriate title for the finished piece. :)
Each contributor will be required to tag in the predecessors of the piece so we can all follow the developments together.
Please tag it
Friday Fun • Opuss № I