ednadog
Day after day, it's the same thing. That's the definition of 'dull' isn't it? Nothing changes. It stays the same. One day, something will change, but it won't be what I wanted or what you wanted, will it?
Take the gun. Take the sword. Take the cannon. Take your body, but it might not come back. Warfare will kill you, inside or out.
"You can go anywhere you like," he said. "But don't expect to come back. There is a world of danger for those who wander of the path. Remember, look ahead but never stray. This is the code of the scout, my little girl."
There wasn't a thing in the world that would stop him now. One kiss was all it took. He didn't care about the money, or the fame. With one kiss, he took a bow and left the world behind him.
There wasn't a thing he didn't love about her; her smile, her warming touch, the way her eyes glittered in the candlelight. But his feelings were so wrong. How could he feel this way about his own sister?
Five caskets sat in a row. One hundred guests stood in line. The preacher said a lonely prayer. No one smiled, but no one cried.
He looked out upon his kingdom, the rotting empire it was. With a solemn sigh, he rose to his feet and walked through the river of ichor before him.
She glanced up at all the children sitting peacefully in their seats. She smiled. They were such good little students when their throats were cut.