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Endless Ocean. Chapter 2, Tears.The lights flashed red and the intercom screeched out an alarm. Fires spewed out from the aft engine room. A corridor exploded and several crew were sucked into the vacuum as another Sentry missile collided with the hull. It led the children through the panic filled halls of the lower section of the ship. The girl cried and the boy tried to calm her. The boy told her they would be fine, and then he looked up at the lizard. He looked at the boy. He nodded in agreement.
It would be okay.
Chapter 2, Tears.
When the morning came she was the first to wake up. She looked at Jacob, but he was still fast asleep. No hurry to wake up. She looked towards the tablet on the metal dresser next to their bed. On it's flat black screen it displayed zero five one eight. She usually was not up this early, but it was finally the day.
He awoke to a pleasent auroma. It slowly flowed in under his door and up across his body, and then rested in his nose. He sat up in the bed, not fully awake yet. He reached o
Endless Ocean. Chapter 1, Rainslick.Endless Ocean.
It was raining when he smashed out into the air through the glass window of the fifth floor of the apartment building. The curtain was wrapped around him, but glass shards were still in his face. He streaked across the air for a moment before a suddent stop. His eyes were qlenched in fear-but for a second, a short second-they were open. A blinding like came down upon him from above. And then he was on the floor.
A large oval room. Steel walls and metal floors. Dim lights kept the room barely alight. An immense pain was covering his shard bespeckled face as blood dripped down. He hesitantly went to touch the glass shards and maybe attempt to remove them. He immediately discarded that idea. He sat there for a moment lamenting in his agony. Then a sound caught his ear. He looked over at a small young girl at the other side of the room, rainsoaked, shivering and crying.
He stared at her for a moment and then slowly, awkwardly, nervously, he made his way over to her. He was s
Hit and Miss Chapter 1Hit and Miss
Chapter 1, Mute and Death.
He hit the asphalt hard. So hard in fact that it knocked the air free from his lungs and he couldn't catch it again. He could feel the blood leaking out through the gashes filled with rocks and white around the edges from the loose stones on the road. But the thing he didn't hear was a roar. If he had heard and was a poetic man he would have surely thought of something poetic, but he didn't and he wasn't. This roar was a car, a car that was moving very fast. It was going so fast that it didn't have time to stop when the young man tripped over the curb. So fast in fact that the driver didn't even have time to process a thought. So fast that the force of the front of the car colliding with the young man's head was so much that it tore it from it's resting place. So fast that it eviscerated his head into an unrecognizable collection of assorted muscle, bone, blood, and brain matter which scattered across the road in a dazzling display.
Then for him,
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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