Sacrifice and RecoveryCh. 1: Encounter in the ExitSacrifice and Recovery
The moon had bathed the sand in a gray, ghostly glow, and the sand itself had turned a shade of gray, each fine grain absorbing a bit of the silvery light. The ocean was a dark liquid mass, rolling and moving, the swollen moon reflected upon its rippling surface, and the sky was clearer than glass, the only thing present being the silver sphere and its stars. These were Maya’s favorite nights for thinking. She carelessly threw off all her clothes, save for a tattered swimsuit, and stood ankle deep in the freezing sea water. She tipped her
PropagandaPropaganda’s A KillerPropaganda
“My dear fellows,” whispered a voice from within the shadowy area of the stage. “My peers, my friends, my... -comrades-.” A light shone upon the wooden platform, just so much to illuminate the speaker’s bottom half, dressed sharply in pants obviously intended for a fancier occasion, and shoes so well polished that looking at the light reflecting off their leather surface was almost painful. “Welcome. Welcome to my life’s work - I welcome you to M.U.R.” A murmur washed through the house, but was immediately silenced by the speaker stepping into the spotlight. He
... Sigh.
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is it wrong...to want to hurt u? *licks finger*
OO OO!!! guess wat? theres a full moon out..
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New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything.
For the heart is an organ of fire.
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~Em
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