Feral Heart
FeralHeart Creations => FeralHeart Media => Stories => Topic started by: Anathema on December 12, 2013, 05:59:32 pm
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He was walking. He didn't know where. A song played over and over again in his head until his tears were laid bare. The sun was setting and the clouds were gone. Nothing could be heard. The faces he saw did not talk. Their voices were silent. Nothing could be heard. He wanted to scream but he had no voice. He was tired of walking. The sun had set and the clouds were gone. He cast himself upon the earth. The ground is filled with maggots and the sky is filled with buzzards he said. He was torn apart. He was bones. Nothing could be heard.
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;)
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Oh... ok
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That sounds like something I would wright