

War TornThe smell of death and gunpowder hung thick in the air. This was his hometown, now a war zone. He couldnt help thinking what an insane world it was. He was always drawn back to his memories from a few years ago. When there was no war, no death. He had walked down this street many times and it seemed no different to him, even with the buildings burning and bodies everywhere. The crack of gunshots make him dive to the ground and crawl to the side of the road. But he just thought he had been tripped up by one of his friends. After staying down for a little while, he gets back up and starts to jog. Ghostly images run aWar Torn


SunriseI open my window to breath in the cold night air, its chill reaches the depths of my body, and i feel relaxed inside and out But my relaxation turns, something is wrong with the world. The birds are stirring, the calm of the night feels disturbed. A great rumble from thousands of miles away. Then i see it, A bright light falling to the earth, a trail of smoke behind it. I watch its tantilising beuty. The cool night air in my lungs turns to cold ice which creeps up my soul as a great dread dawns on me. The bright light falls behind a hill. Another rumble and the sun rises from behind that hill. its force blowing it apart, asSunrise


The choiceI have a choice, we all have a choice. But what if i wont choose? What if i am still on the brink? There are two paths, but why do i have to follow one of these paths? can i not sit here at the fork and wait? "you have to choose" they say, and what if i say no? No i wont choose, that in itself is making a choice is it not? Why must i choose one of your options? I dont have to protect or destroy. If i must choose, i choose neither. i choose to tell fate to fuck off. Fate has toyed with me enough. My path is my own. I have made a choice.The choice
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