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AW Red Phantom: ''It's not all bad...''
It was rather chilly that evening in the Aquoisean capital city which was unusual for the tropical kingdom. As the night fell, Moana traveled across the gardens towards the small apartment complex built within the palace walls. She had given one of these apartments to Maveric who was supposed to be home anytime now from his travels to Nexra. This excited her, and she wanted to be sure she was there when he got back.
As she approached the apartment, an eery breeze blew behind her. She place a hand her on rather pregnant stomach as she froze.
"Mavi ?" Her voice held a bit of fear and tension, unsure what to make of the situation. She hoped it was her fiancé playing a trick on her. However, she found that not to be the case.
"Moana? What's wrong?" the Delakan asked as he poked his head out of the apartment door. His good ear was looking forward in concern for his pregnant fiancee. The Nemetolle relaxed a bit when she saw Maveric, happy he was bac
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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