InvisibleI silently wander on the sidewalk of the main street, muddy from the dust and rain. This is the first time it has rained in two and a half weeks. Small children are playing in the mud they haven’t seen for so long, and even the adults sometimes stretch out a hand from the safety of a shelter and let the cool drops tap their skin. Apparently the novelty of the water from the sky has worn off, because even as I approach, mothers are hurrying their kids inside, clucking over their shriveled hands and soaked clothes. I cannot see the sun. The swirling black clouds, barely holding back the tempest to come, reflect my inner self perfectly. TurInvisible
ConclusionsMarla opened her eyes. She was lying on the grass, gazing up at the sky. It was a blend of reds, oranges, and yellows. Black ropes of cloud spanned the peaceful view. The grass was so warm. She glanced to her right, annoyed at the people screaming. They were all crowding at the windows of a smoking building. The lower levels were engulfed in flames. She followed the pretty patterns the sparks made as they fell to the ground, spying a huge pile of rubble. She wrinkled her nose. Something smelt really bad, like overcooked meat and burnt plastic. She peered closer, trying to make sense of the picture. Why were there hands buried in the tiny hillConclusions
Oopsie Daisy
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... it just might be train.
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... it just might be train.
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C|L|O|U|D S|T|R|I|F|E
A|L|L|E|N W|A|L|K|E|R
My Anti-drugs
Cloud is my Homey, Allen's my pal.
What I wouldn't give to see one of them in a towel
(Cloud more then Allen ^-~)
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... it just might be train.
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