birdsinmyhead
There was a group of them. A band of thugs, together for one purpose only: to steal the Hybrid Sword.
Streaks flickered across the sky. It was huge, lightning lashed the ground wildly, the rain soothing the wounds.
He shook and shuddered ceaselessly. Vibrations racked his body with a violence that even he had not expected, he gasped for air but still the hands would not let go.
"You have a strong will for life my boy," said the man "but none may take my stock with out punishment."
A trophy wife. That's what she felt like. Nothing more than an object to stand there and look beautiful. Every time she opened her mouth he laughed, as if she couldn't possibly say anything of value.
The bow of the boat lurched uncontrollably upwards. It was so rough it felt as though it was going to reach the sky and beyond, and in doing so throw all of them out into the raging, green ocean. Wind whipped past her face blowing the long straw-like strands into tangles she knew she was going to hate removing later - if she got the chance.
It was a deep, dark colour, something one would never expect to find in nature. True maroon. Dan reached out tentatively, fingertips barely brushing the petals, as though to physically touch it would be to remove this wonder forever.
She stemmed the blood flow as quick as she could but it just kept coming out. Not oozing but pumping voraciously and full of life, until the vessel that contained it (or tried to) would be no more. Her hand was over his heart. It beat once then it finally stopped.
You said to trust you and I did. You said I won't hurt you. I love you too much to leave you. I will stand by you through this. And I thought you were being honest. But you lied.
Steam pours out, power, uncontrollable hurtling away down the tracks. It is impossible to get off and still harder to hold on.
Anna stepped out of the limo. She had picked the dress especially for this event, learned to walk in heels and become a new self. The eyes on her were intimidating but she would do as asked.
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