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The multi-coloured plaid swung on her short skirt as I watched her from behind. This young, beautiful girl did not know of my watchful eye. Did not know that my eyes yearned to view underneath that very skirt and that very thong. So innocent and so young, something I would take pleasure in taking.
The radio buzzed and crackled as old songs sang through the speakers. In the emptiness of the city it was easily distinguished. There was the occasional scream as the disease took hold of another victim, and then silence. The music continued to play through the night filling the dead air with the cheery tune.
It promised a peaceful paradise but it was out of reach. I was the last survivor and I would never have my paradise.
The canteen shook in his aching, arthritic hands. So long, he had been traveling on his journey but for what? To prove himself? To make his very existence worthy? He laughed despite of himself. The man was a fool, chasing after an old and unachievable dream. He brought the canteen to his lips and found it bone dry. Under the hot sun, his dry mouth and sweaty body gave a cry. The man went to his knees, preparing himself to leave the world. The red sand was blazing hot and he curled into a ball, caressing the sand.
Now, the man would begin another journey, another goal. At least this goal he wouldn't fail. Death.
The cobblestone caves, lined with moss and lost pictures. The pictures, carved in so carefully, preserved. No one was going to find them. The person's thoughts would stay hidden and secluded forever. The person would never be able to voice their thoughts, never to be heard. The torches that ringed the cave had long since been burned out. They just sat there, watching the cave stay still and silent as time passed. The pictures and the poorly made torches were the only things that gave an indication that human civilization had touched the timeless cave.
Our world is a wasteland. I don't care what anyone else says, Earth has turned into a polluted, ugly place. What happened to the rolling fields, the blossoming meadows, the flowing rivers, the luscious rainforests?
Don't try to blame someone else - WE did it - and no matter what we say, humans will continue to destroy our planet. Until the last blade of grass, the last flower, is trampled - gone.
The darkness was a black hand, obscuring all the happy things that appeared during the day. The only thing that fought back this dark, evil monster was the glowing of light. The light made us live in the night. It gave us hope that soon we would all be safe again...
He carelessly steps around the graveyard, crushing bones under his heavy boots. The man grins in content, looking at the destruction he has caused. Bones litter the moist grass, accompanied by blood and corpses. The sun rises upon the ruins and the man turns and walks away, cape and hair blowing in the wind.
He won this war, he survived and now he will continue his insanity across the world.
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