jamesrl92
strange, new, fantastic.
The movement took off with unexplainable velocity, as if it were propelled by the very forces of nature, of God.
Stone, solid, moat. Encircling this edifice of terror and power is the uncrossable trench which sways in the way of death. So pleasing it seems to just take a swim in, but all who do find there are terrible creatures lurking with in.
sleep swarms over my eyes. I find myself a magnet for hair. "where did this hair come from?" I think. I am roused by a wet tongue licking my face belonging to a cute dog. Small cats are using me as a personal couch as I slumber in the living room of a kind stranger.
In the west the dust blows for hours. The air holds tension like dry bread absorbs water. Two masters of gun dueling face off and the winner is faced in a shoot off by the losers friend's who can't stomach the bitter taste of defeat. The winner is cant to such accolades as kissing babies not blazing bullets flying at his head.
Running through the town clutching the pouch he'd just knicked from a famous woman's purse, he felt the sweat starting to cover him, both from exhaustion and nervousness.