The crisp midnight air was too refreshing for his worn lungs. He reaches for his chest pocket and digs around the worn brown plaid lining of his over shirt and fishes out a dented box of cigarettes and a book of matches. He tugs a match through the book and lights up the cigarette. While blowing cloud he limps over to his rusted burgundy truck. Taking a deep inhale of the pungent smoke he hoists himself into the flatbed lays on his back and looks up at the stars. It had been days since he had eaten. He looks to his right at his cooler. Reaching over he slides his hand into the box and fumbles around grasping for something. He tips the cooler over raining water and ice right on his head. His yelp echos through the dense forest, only to be greeted with the howl of wolves. His eyes widen in fear. He had fended off wolves before, but then he had a m-16, and three other people with him. Now he was alone, defenseless, hungry and an open target. “Stupid,” the thinks to himself, “if I had...
Feldspar The darkness was absolute. Around the lone man was a sea of storms of fierce lighting storms. A land of dark grey nearly black stone surrounds the man. The man is dressed in a dark blue jumpsuit, a white almost feathery cape. The feathery fabric bellows in war with the harsh swirling elements. He looks up to the sky and jumps, shooting hundreds of feet into the air. He climbs higher and higher reaching a point until the force of gravity takes over. Bending into an arch he circles into a nosedive. Reaching terminal velocity he outstretches his arms and the cape follows suit spreading like angelic wings. Catching the air within the cape the force angles the man and he flies like a speeding bullet across the dark horizon Lecture In the middle of a dimly lit room a weasley blonde child sits hunched over in his rickety chair shivering. His white uniform dress shirt is tucked into a pair of dark blue shorts which are slightly too small for his frame. He is drenched, soak...
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