Well.....
We had to write a story in class one day, and Me knowing how to make some decent stories came up with a few Ideas. Here's one of them.
The Ground shattering bombs had fallen and passed. The builds lay crumbled and Set aflame. The air was dry and stung with the stench of smoke. Our city. My HOME damn it.
Gone.
The aftermath of a Bloody and relentless decade old War. Only me and 3 others survived. All of us under the age of 18. Tears had come and gone many times as I sat on the cliff overhanging the ruined city. Now... Even if tears wanted to come.... I Wouldn't let them.
Dad....
Mom....
And my little brother. Gone. Forever lost.
And nothing.
NOTHING.
Could ever bring them back.
Ever.
A Small Tear forms in my eye. It sofly and gently Rolls down my check and onto my slightly torn jeans.
A Soft hand reaches for my shoulder And Gently rubs my back. The Mystery person sits beside me.
Her Mildly long Brown hair Dangles and covers her face as she sits next to me.
Peya. A Soft arm Reaches around me and Thier head rest on my shoulder. Angela. shes the only one that i know who would do that. My face still stays as solid and still as ever. A footsep stops behind me. His Red clothes glow as He sits next to peya. David. His dark shades cover his face.
Meh. More after I get back.
 sonic3ze · Thu Sep 20, 2012 @ 12:49am · 0 Comments |
