Words To Live By_Foresters in Danger_A broken awakening_Monday morning
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Words To Live By
He listened carefully, and finally he heard it…*CLICK*The last employee had left the library and had locked the door.“All Clear!” shouted a teenager covered head-to-toe in dirt. His bare feet barely creating a sound as he ran to join his friend, Huck.“Can we come out now, Tom?” asked Huck.An old lady gazed at the two boys over her spectacles and let out a long, “Shhhhhh!”. The sound closely resembled that of a snake that Tom and Huckleberry found down by the swamp.“Sorry, Ma’am,” the boys replied in unison, before the woman disappeared behind the bookshelf.“Let’s go round up the others, Tom.”...
Foresters in Danger
As I wake up, my eyes still closed, I hear a soft hum buzzing in my ears. The bees have likely come by to check out the Spring flowers again. As I listen further, I hear the babbling brook down by the creek, but something about it sounds different. A sudden jolt causes me to open my eyes shock fills me. I am not in the meadow, as I am every morning when I wake. I appear to be on a train, rumbling down the tracks to some unknown destination. I look around slowly, trying to comprehend what I am seeing. Confusion must be etched on my face because a man walking by gives me a strange look. I sit up...
A broken awakening
She could feel the light seeping through the haze of her consciousness. She tried to open her eyes, but like everything around her, they went about it at their own leisurious pace. The warmth spread through her like a liquid kiss, bringing comfort and a sense of hope. She felt her muscles expand, and bones crack as they tried to adjust to this extra space. The light was getting stronger and stronger, and she could feel something, like a cape from either side of her small body, trying to break free. Just as the light turned into blue heaven above her, something struck and she could feel she los...
Monday morning
Monday morning, grim faces line the sitting area even grimmer faces are to be seen on the people standing. A metal tin can of a square, holding to many people, makes its rattling way through www.onedoor.ccthe stations. The stench of a shattered bear bottle fills the small enclose, the breathing´s heavily restricted through the masks, the overhead light gives of a green tint, which spreads a dampened glow inside the train, dousing the seats and passengers in a sickish tint. The walls of said metal container are lined with graffiti smears, someone going by identity of RAZKING finds its necessary to let every...