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.
Panic - never far, Unease is all that greets him. Nothing left but scars.
Contributors:
@Yikici @Jamtots @Stablish
Proposed contributor:
@Leelee101 If you'll have time this early, I'm stuck for who to pick to be honest, if you can't I know you'll pick a suitable replacement. It's way too late for me and need sleep lol, I hope I got it right.
The rules:
Following the lines you have written tag another wonderful Opussian to continue with 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 name for 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;
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