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Last by: lupesengnim on 12 Sep 2014 • Contributions: 6 of 999
The world was pulsing in time with the strange rhythm of her chants. The sounds slowly became words, familiar, their meaning just on the tip of the tongue. Everything swam. It was all building, building to something.
Suddenly, the chanting stopped. The spinning stopped. Everything stopped so abruptly I felt like I'd been thrown against a wall.
Then the screams bled into my awareness. Men shouting. Humming, whizzing, things flew past me so fast. It was an attack. An ambush. Again, something else caused me to move, to act, I was pushed down somewhere. Men, shouting orders, shouting in pain.
When One Hundred Million Died
Last by: lupesengnim on 12 Sep 2014 • Contributions: 4 of 150
Maybe I'll go tomorrow.
The sun drooped and I started to get things ready for the night. I hated the night. Nothing good ever came from it. The animals like to hunt at night.
Last by: 9olot1 on 07 Aug 2014 • Contributions: 1 of 2
Life of a Teenage Freak
Last by: tenfold on 04 Aug 2014 • Contributions: 1 of 65
First day of school, so excited. Nope. I know something bad is gonna happen either to me or to someone else.
I'm back from school. What do you know my hypothesis was correct. A girl named Jane was a victim to the popular's. Apparently her and her brother are new. Jane had long red curly hair. She had green eyes, pale skin, and freckled which were scattered all over her face. She seemed pretty nice, but I've survived the first year of HighSchool and I know I need to be skeptical. I'm not very known for having friends. Because when I moved all my old friends left me.
Let the hell begin.