aggiewoody
How could so many hide? It was impossible, simply impossible. Unless... Had they found the device? Surely not, it was buried under tons of rubble. But... With that thing, hundred, thousands, tens of thousands could have hidden from view, in plain view in fact.
Take a deep breath, the man told himself. Not so easy as that. His lungs were crushed. They weren't really, but it felt like they were. His ribs creeked as his chest expanded, and then again as the air was released form its captivity. It hurt like hell. Once again, he reminisced on how he had allowed himself to come into contact with that other car.
Why won't any come to my aid? I don't understand why no one will show up to answer my plea for help. What can be done without the brave souls who swore to aid the country? All will be lost in the fires of anarchy if no one comes to help.
"Where was I going again?"
"You were about to tell us where the stars came from."
"The stars? What about the stars? They're just stars!"
"But, uncle, you said that they were the most amazing thing that any man could ever experience."
"I did?"
"Yes, you did, uncle."
"Well then, I suppose they are at that. You see..."
How do you make that? You said that it was the making that was important, but not the how. How can you make something without the how? Tell me! I want to know, What am I supposed to do with the importance of making, but without the how? I can't sell the making.