kmott2112
I was only sitting down for what couldn't have been two minutes. But already the bench brought about a shock. Right before me, a small bird fell from the sky. The strangest thing wasn't even that it was dead. No, not that it was already rotting and wreaked of dead flesh, but rather, that it was still alive.
A superhero just died, a person I have loved since I was six. Peter Parker is no more in the world of ultimate comics and it nearly devastated me.
It starane only became I know that it's a fictional world, it's not real, it's just a story. But it's a person I have befriended and been best friends with for as long as I can remember.
I don't know what the world would do without Spider-Man. His absence is the antithesis of what is right. But his absence can live on as an inspiration.
His cheast beat heavily... The floreboards above him seemed to come closer with every step. He half his hat on his head so it dident fall onto the dirt below. "Bustling train station, loud people. Lets just list everything I hate..." And as he crawled towards the lunchbox. He wondered.... "Why had I hid it here?"
i sit in his office everyday thinking... its the waiting that really bothers me... "you can go in soon..." no god damn it i want to go in NOW!!!
but i have to wait.
the western land looked dry. no more water for crops, no more pesticides. everything was gone, after the bomb fell he thought he would be one of the lucky ones to survive. now he only thinks that he's cursed by his survival.
i can't think clearly... the project is due tomorrow and i still haven't mustered the strength to finish. my hands are trembling and the wires are beginning to look strange to me. i don't know how much longer i have, minutes... seconds? maybe it won't work maybe ill (!BOOM!)