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farewellThe thuds of the rain upon the clear hard windows echoed around the walls of that quiet dark room.
A man's shadow appeared at the back when the lightning flashed.
Nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing beside him announced another existence.
"Well " a girl muttered, her weak voice barely heard; "I g-guess ."
The man didn't make a hiss, remained silent by the corner.
"I won't forget you " she cried calmly, "I uh "
The tall figure approached and the girl thought he was leaning for a last kiss; her heart almost skipped a beat.
"Let's go." He said, picking up his umbrella that leant on the wall beside her. "It's night. I'll walk you home."
She nodded and followed him slowly.
"Where's your umbrella? You wanna walk in the rain or what?" he asked, stepping outside the building.
"Oh right sorry " she murmured, opening it and gently holding it upwards.
The man led the way, his face always down and looking firm. He knew where to go; he had always wa
The colors of friendship- - written by Adrian Iron Thunder - - -
- the colors of friendship- the Hope -
Once upon a time, the colors of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important. The most useful. The most beautiful. The favorite.
Green said: "Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."
Blue interrupted: "You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."
Yellow chuckled: "You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and w
Because of you- chap 1 ..Chapter one; 'The master'..
"Have you found her?? Have you found my child?!" a woman's voice shouted anxiously at a man on the other side of the phone. The fear held within her rattled with her shuffling words.
"Calm down ma'am, not yet; my men are still searching for her, but there's no trace anywhere so far. You go and have some sleep; we'll call you if anything occurs. Good night ma'am." The officer answered relived to close the telephone.
He sighed and looked back at his worried companions. "So Anything new?"
"We believe she has been kidnapped sir; here's her backpack but there's no hint of her yet; our men are still out there, sir "
"Damn this is the third girl in a row for these two years what's happening to the teens today?" the man puffed shaking his head with wonder
It was a dark, moonless night.
Heavy rain hithard the window panes as the strong winds splashed them
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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