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A great swarm of black demons then crawled out from the ground and took control of the earth destroying all in their path. Their green eyes glowing with the rage and torment of being locked up under the earths stone crust. Their feet crushed buildings and their gaze petrified the flora and fauna of earth with a single glance. These immense warriors of darkness claimed the earth and scoured it for a way to awaken their master.
Chapter 1 Preparations
Tonight was going to be the night, yes, tonight. I would not fall asleep and I would not get bored, tonight I would escape. This time I prepared well, earlier in the day I had spent my hard earned pocket money on some supplies. I had, chocolate to keep me awake, a joke book, a note pad, some pens and pencils, packets of prawn and cocktail crisps but also salt and vinegar because I dont like to much of the same, and to top it off I had also a packet of, my favourite, chocolate covered, toffee smothered, digestive biscuits.
The weather was perfect it was warm outside but still not to light, I enjoy darkness it makes me feel safe and unnoticed. It was ten oclock and mum and dad still hadnt gone to bed yet, I munched greedily on my chocolate, Mmm, delicious. Footsteps. I had been so interested in my chocolate that I had not heard the bathroom taps turn off and the hallway door shut. I quickly threw the rest of by chocolate int
Amongst a million million mes and yous,
Who pick and choose,
Their own identity.
And its me, not you
Who gets to choose
My own identity.
Now why should I
Feel pressurized by
To kill myself with poisons
In fags and booze
And drugs you use.
Feel free, with your free will,
To suffer at your addiction,
And kill yourself with poisons
In fags and booze
And drugs you use.
Its your life,
Clenched tight in your fixation.
However dont dare,
The not so boring history lessBoring. It was the end of the day and we were all feeling very sticky on that hot June day. No one wanted anything but for the bell to go so we could all leave, there was something strange about class rooms, they are always much hotter than they should be. I was daydreaming, gazing out at the meadows surrounding our school.
So, can anyone tell me anything about king Henry the eighth? Hands shot up from the front of the classroom
He was an extremely busy man miss! Carl Johnson hawked, everyone laughed. I didnt. Mrs Ford pouted the same way she always did when she was offended.
Carl, behave yourself, and I dont want to hear you calling ou
A man burst in. he was wearing a dirty brown leather trench coat, big muddy boots, a khaki-green cloak with a hood and a bandana around his lower face like in cowboy films. None of his face could be seen. A curved dagger glinted furiously in his hand.
You! he hissed and pointed at
lamb to the slaughterFive oclock that evening.
Selling anger, deaths the price.
Mary Maloney sat sewing,
To her side whisky and ice.
As tyres on the gravel crunch,
And a car door does slam,
Mary Maloney is ready,
Waiting to see her man.
She makes the drinks, puts ice in,
Strong for him, weak for her.
He tinkles the ice in his glass,
Then drains it in a blur.
Such a strange thing to do she thinks,
As she stands to get the meat,
And puts her sewing aside,
Does it so calm and neat.
Sit down Sit down I said!
S he sits now, deathly white,
I need to tell you something,
This might give you a fright.
He told her, it didnt take long,
She listened and she gazed.
Her instinct made her reject,
And get the meat unfazed.
Down the stairs, into the cellar,
The light switch, the deep freeze,
Pulled out a frozen leg of lamb,
So automatic it seems.
And as she comes back up the stairs,
For Gods sake! I'm off out
So dont make supper for m
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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