This is the true story of my first kiss, although I wish it wasn't so; for, if I could change any part of my past, to this moment I would go. Then maybe, just maybe, we would be alright... When everything is a disaster, look at the small things for perspective. A haiku series on pressure building. Didn't plan this as a shorty but I don't feel well enough today to extend it. It's based off few lines and mainly, vibe of a song I really like. Threw the link in the comments. ‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’ Be careful what you wish for, you may regret asking A girl watching herself on fire , what does she think of herself?
why did she do this to her? what next? We stepped out of our house. A column. Smoke. It was utterly massive. Scary big.
The trees cried out in thirst, but the fire did not care.
I wrote a short story about the Earth and the overwhelming pain that it feels as we continue to destroy it through the eyes of a girl chosen by the Earth to exact revenge on humanity for it's mistakes... Warning
sexually explicit Flirting with death? please. I'm fucking death on the side. Grace is 14 and has run away from her horrid family to The Big Apple! But what happens when disaster strikes and thousands of lives are taken? Find out in Haunting New York City. Another apocalyptic mess.
"I do not know when I fell asleep, but when I awoke the world had ended." Disaster can be calming like a rolling pin coming to flatten out all the concerns that you thought were important
One moment, That's all it takes to ruin a fine day.