where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
"They are the thing of dreams, nightmares in fact, and, to know that they exist, scare the fucking hell out of me," she says, looking over at the young man who sits across from her. "Then, what do we do? Who do we tell that'll believe us?" "We tell no one, and we do the …
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"They are the thing of dreams, nightmares in fact, and, to know that they exist, scare the fucking hell out of me," she says, looking over at the young man who sits across from her. "Then, what do we do? Who do we tell that'll believe us?" "We tell no one, and we do the …
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The acid burnt, not that he knew, as he was long gone, his dead, empty eyes just stare forward, as the corrosive liquid begins to slowly eat its way through his flesh and bone. "How long?" "An hour, maybe less, it's different for everyone, and then, he'll be in the past, permanently, where he belongs." …
The acid burnt, not that he knew, as he was long gone, his dead, empty eyes just stare forward, as the corrosive liquid began to slowly eat its way through his flesh and bone.
"It's so beautiful, you need to come an look!" She yells from the balcony. "In a minute! It'll go to an commercial soon," he yells back. "But you're going to miss it," she says, looking back up into the sky, her eyes wide with wonderment, her mouth, smiling, as she watches them dance. "Hurry up!" …
"It's so beautiful, you need to come an look!" She yells from the balcony. "In a minute! I just need to finish this," he yells back. "But you're going to miss it," she says, looking back up into the sky, her eyes wide with wonderment, her mouth, smiling, as she watches them dance.
He grips the knife tightly, feeling the blade slice through his flesh, and, as his blood drips onto the ground, the very earth itself begins to tremble, and he smiles. "Grant me all that I ask! Grant me power immense, untouched by those of man since the dawn of time! Grant me immortality!" He yells, …
He grips the knife tightly, feeling the blade slice through his flesh, and, as his blood drips onto the ground, the very earth itself begins to tremble... More soon....
"It's not going to work, there's too much damage, she won't make it!" He yells across the spluttering, screaming engine. "We've got no choice, you have to push it, if we don't get over that wall, we're done for!" He smiles nervously before clenching his teeth, griping the steering wheel with one hand tightly, then …
"It's not going to work, there's too much damage, she won't make it!" He yells across the spluttering, screaming engine. "We've got no choice, you have to push it, if we don't get over that wall, we're done for!" He smiles nervously before clenching his teeth, griping the steering wheel with one hand tightly, then …
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