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The Cat and the Butterfly.Upon a sleepy hilltop rested a bleak hamlet. Days passed as they did everywhere, but with little significance to those who lived here. Nothing out the ordinary happened in this town; no great highs, no woeful lows. The people that populated the community were an unconcerned folk; going about their business with little concern for what lay about them. Each morning the townspeople would stir from their collective slumber, and monotonously perform as they had always performed, and as they always would.The Cat and the Butterfly.
It wasn’t the people of the town, but the animals that seemed to have a more romantic grasp on the world. Even though the build
Fate of the hunted.[3.0]Fate of the hunted.
The explosion shakes the night. Birds displace themselves from their pearches, screeching in idiot alarm.
The reckage of the locomotive is grizzly. Tracks coil from the heat and force of the explosion, and the earth is plowed feet high from the cow-catchers inertia. From the derailed engine car come a series of smaller explosions, rocking the passenger cars, and causing the flames that are quickly consuming them to wave in the cool air. Embers race skywards illuminating the dark night, and a great plume of acrid smoke, stinking of fossil fule, streams high above the tree tops. As the final passenger car
The Trolley Graveyard.You wake up running. The junkyard is massive and looming from every direction; mountainous piles of crushed trolley cars and automobiles dominating the hillside. A siren sounds far off, and you taste the air, drunk off its tension and your adrenalin. There is rot on your breath and blood on your hands. Suddenly climbing, you perch onto the hood of some crushed thing, and then are leaping and then running again. Your feet carry you deeper into the trolley’s graveyard.The Trolley Graveyard.
Some layer of your mind peels back and you remember yourself. Something squirms and floats intelligently behind your eyes. Like falling into a bay of water, me
Still alive.
Insecure
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Merry Christmas!! - Wait, its not Christmas anymore? *Sad Face*
I saw you from the *Self-InjuryClub's help team. I think that's really cool.
Love the literature in your gallery. Keep up the good work.
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If your will is unyielding, there is nothing you cannot do.
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Till Next.
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