samanthaemily
The man was spineless and even as he saw the boy get hit repeatedly heading towards his death, he stood there and did nothing as the attackers kept kicking and pounding him to a pulp.
the dog fought and fought to get away from the tree in which he was tied to. and just as his last hope was almost gone. he was free, striped of the collar that kept him so contained.
the last pillar standing of this once great civilization, is just one of the reminders of the beauty the world once possessed before are the genocide and all everyone wanted was power.
as she looked at the string she realized it symbolized her life. it was worn and battered but still strong enough to secure the things it needed too, to hold them in place to prevent them from falling to pieces