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The thief that wasn'tHe ceased his walking and collapsed, squarely in the middle of the road. The mud was heavy on his clothes, congealing and beginning to crack. "Elias" he murmured to himself from the floor. Wasn't that his name? The world was blurred at this level of tiredness, even blinking took effort. Elias wrinkled his forehead slightly, scanning his mind for the reason he was here.The thief that wasn't
"Live Ellie! Run away as fast as you can! Don't get sick like us!"
He realised with a shock that he'd almost forgotten his family. He was the only one left breathing. Elias gathered his knees to his chest, tear ducts prickling. He didn't have a f
by ~Choc-Cheese
The tree of lifeThe Tree of LifeThe tree of life
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The time was April 1940; the tree of life had been blossoming in a world so much more innocent than the world we know today. 'The war to end all wars' had ceased some twenty one years prior. A new one was just beginning. Although this time; the tree was to receive quite a pruning. Around sixty million lives in all. The world would never be the same place again.
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The dock was buzzing with life; men in uniform, their wives, fiancés and families. The very air shivered with nervous excitement and hope rode thick through the crowd. The emotions were almost ta
by ~Choc-Cheese
Escaping GravityJump. Snap. Jump. Snap.Escaping Gravity
The springs of the trampoline echo in your ears. You receive the occasional electrostatic zap; but instead you focus on the sound of the wind. "I'm flying," you tell yourself.
You never really considered reality. It's not an option. You get the feeling reality will hurt you if you linger around it too long.
Gravity becomes your bungee cord. It winds tight around your waist; an anchor to the ground. You'll be able to break it if you jump high enough – you're sure of it.
You ascend, imagining strands of elastic falling to Earth; and for a single, pure moment the
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