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needed
to seek out and claim a prize just as a reminder. I knew which one I wanted.
The one I’d always wanted but never dared to take but now it’s the end of the
world, it wouldn’t matter if I’d raped him, it’s the end of the world, what
will anyone do? 5. I stumble blind. Dream. I look back. Future. I do not know your name. Face. I only see. Blind. The truth is buried. Dark. Bring me back. Touch. Understand me. Words. I do not know my face. Name. I’m dreaming. See. 6. She shook, the cold was burrowing
deep into her very
bones, there was no comfort in the rough snowy rocks or even the soft inside
her fur hood. The cold got everywhere, inside her tightly buttoned up fur
coat, inside her three pairs of trousers, which it seemed only make it harder
to walk. She sighed and as she did so a cloud of misty steam flowed from her
lips and drifted away on the cold breeze. She thought that if she spat the
tiny bead of moisture would turn to ice before it hit the ground, although
she had not put this into practice yet as every fiber in her body meant a lot
to her. Water supplies were low and food lower, although she supposed that
her spirit was the lowest of all. She felt ready to collapse and give in to
the cold, the fear, and the fatigue that coursed through her very veins. 7. The sweet scent of his sweat
filled her nostrils, the soft sound of the music playing on his CD player
rang in her ears like bells. Her eyes burned with images of him as he ran,
further and further away, if only she could reach out and take him for her own.
She walked slowly after him, fear tasting pungent on her lips, her heart
throbbing faster and faster as if she were running after him not merely
walking. She swallowed and even the thick spit in her throat felt like
daggers cutting through her flesh. She allowed her breathing to deepen, hoping that
mere breath could bring her back to herself, to calm her nerves, or stop her
from doing this entirely but each breath seemed to bring her closer to her
doom. Why was she doing this? Doing what she’d sworn never to do, giving in
to herself and taking chances that were so slim that they weren’t worth
taking. Her
feet made the early autumnal leaves crinkle satisfyingly beneath her, but
then, her heart was as easily broken as those leaves and she feared it soon
would be. 8. Death
stalks the darkness never entering the sunlight’s glittering and revealing
glare. He is but a child in a world of hate. Gun crime plagues the streets.
As darkness falls he steps from the shadows of the alleyway. His hair blonde,
shoulder length and matted, never cut or brushed. His eyes are a sparkling
ocean blue, which glitters in the moonlight. He is the image of forgotten innocence,
but within him darkness, deceit and hatred reign. The boy fights for control of his weak
form, but his mind is weaker, “let me out,” he cried within the depths
of his mind, “Please, Free me…I need…” “But I am feeding you, boy, you are
become stronger,”
said the cruel voice of Death within his mind. The boys mind shook, so horrible was
the sound of the voice, “Wha-what are you?” The boys face grinned as Death did, “But that
would ruin the game…” The boys mind was shaken, “It is pointless to resist you know, I am
strong, you are weak, you would die without me.” |
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