HungerThe slightest mention of food he scrambles around looking for any sign of it. His senses are hightened while he searches.He thinks there is a lingering smell of raw meat and he goes in to a berserker looking for it. Many things are in the way between him and the stench but nothing can stop him. He bulls through thick trees and brush. An occasional stone wall blocks his way. Yet still nothing has even hindered the monsters progress. Untill a massive carcass lies in his path. The search has ended. A feast that might last him months lay before him. For the monstasity there is no need for a knife or the weakling need to cook. The bare hands of thHunger
StoppedEverything suspended in air. Floating in time. She swims through the stationairy wave of people. All around her is un-moving and she is the only that is still able to feel, breath, think, and move. Searching for anyone else like her. Another who can be mobile and do.......anything.......... Her search may carry on for years with no avail. She hears no sound other than the shuffle of her small feet and the occasional beat of her heart. The ears on the sides of her head are constantly being straining to listen for anything. Any sound. Any thing to make her relize she is the lucky one out of them all.Stopped
Shadows?A lurking shadow in the back ground. Nothing is noticed even though the black mass ever so slowly creeps closer. A small exchanging of words happens between the two up coming victims................ it creeps up right next to the pair. Thers is no warning other than the a faint glowing of two floating red globes. One of the two collapse. Immediately the other drops......... the weapons of the shadows choice were its own dagger like fingers on its several hands. The thing then went through the rituals of claiming the two slouls as its own. Every soul strenghthens it, the being almost immortal, omnipotent and omniscient, from the massive amountShadows?
The loving coupleA bounce like no other. A taste like no other. Spread across as if there are no other cares in the world. Grandly upon its throne the tastlyness gracefully slishing and sloshing....... quickly the bounce was quelled by the hardening of the smooth silky taste. Two metalic orbs slowly drift from the abyss below. Thus creating a ever lasting bond between the Trampoline and the Cheese. They both say i do......................................life carries on for them.......cheese tramoline babies are born.........the tramp grows rusty and death soonly follows...............the cheese molds and turns into dust slowly and slowly blown away in the winThe loving couple
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