The dancers twirled beating ecstatic steps on the floor; the music filled the sky, and for a moment, distracted guns delayed adding rhythm.
Random Word: Endings
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Dance of Death
The End Times
It was the running that hurt more then the walking. It had been like this ever since the home base burned. Walking meant you looked at your feet, blanking what was around you. When you ran you looked and saw what was being taken away. You ran not to die. Random Word: Tell
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)