We sat around the SMALLEST CAMPFIRE IN HISTORY. Reminicing over what happened in just the past feew months... I sat down on a heavily charred, crumbling log. I studied each face in turn; Alexia, pale, very pale. Althogh she hated them, her grey eyes were her signiture look, her sholder length pinstraigeht blonde hair now had dark brown streaks pemanently stained it from the mud and grime. She huddled into our next character, the comforting Daniel Ernest. a brother in almost everyones books. Related to absolutely no one living, sadly. A loving character. others sat in the shadows of the flickering campfire shivering and remembering the past the present and the future. All messed up with a grime, dirt and despair. All ruimed abd blurred into one big heap of nothingness. The world could of stopped spinning by now, and guess what? No-one would even notice or care, just a little bit.
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Darker then Death
Fantasy“Death… Your signing my death warrant if you leave me. Death is real… and it hurts! Save me!” She screamed one last time before the others heard the Unmistakeable crunch of bone and tear of flesh as the jaws sliced through her shoulder-blade like a...
