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The rest of 3 He makes his way to the chicken coop which was empty. They have had no chickens in years. Dade rests upon on of the many stretched out shelves.The rest of 3 by ~DysfunctionalReality
"This is really happening too fast." He thought as he made himself a blanket of straw to lay upon. "Why were they in such a hurry to kill me at the first sign?"
The chicken coop door slammed open and a shadow stood at the doorway. "Who was this? Hadn't the family left?" Dad said underneath his breathe. The shadow ran to him.
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Dreamer's confessions- chp 3.5 An alarm goes off.Dreamer's confessions- chp 3.5 by ~DysfunctionalReality
"Another dream?" Dade though aimlessly as he saw a fire in his room. The shining fire jolted at him with urgence and bit his hand. "No, not this time."
The fire swayed about and grew more with each object that passed underneath its ember. Such a fire couldn't have been caused by an accident. It's just too elegant of a fire to not have been made from human hands. It was surely controlled
He coughed as the smoke filled the air and his lungs. The bruise on his back wasn't hurting any longer. He rolled off his bed and went underneath the smoke and made his way crawling to
From Down Below Blank eyed and deep in thought,From Down Below by ~DysfunctionalReality
a forgotten memory seeps in through.
So many hours they stood
tortured in ways unbearable.
Just to find somthing worth more
and even more stable in not life, but death.
So death gets his way, who knew it was a he?
His misstress clings to his arm and walks the line.
She's just as reaped as her husband but more thoughtful.
She held their children's hand and allowed them to cross,
but even then the young mother kept them in her watch.
The spawns of death grew together,
loved by death itself and became immortal.
The son following the way of his father
and the daughter having her mother's intellage
Dreamer's Confessions Chap. 2 He jolted up from hit bed and slammed his fore-head on the lamp on his bed-post. He rubbed his hand against the bruise that the collision made and recovered. He pulled himself off the bed and put on his socks and sneakers. The bed clothes he was wearing were good enough for daily breakfast meal his mother cook.Dreamer's Confessions Chap. 2 by ~DysfunctionalReality
Now grabbing the rail of that stair case, he raced down the steps as if on fire. He could find that sweet aroma in the air; Mother was cooking waffles. The sweet syrup resting in-between each little cell provoked him further into the hall.
Dad
Sta.sh
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Por Crom!
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And the stories go as only i may know.
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I don't fit the moment, Doofus.
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
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1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
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I don't fit the moment, Doofus.
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