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Duel Blade Ch.2Boooom! The sound of the blast echoed, making it seem like it came from all directions. The only thing that could be seen was a cloud of smoke. As the echoes ceased, only two things could be heard; the sound of unseen rubble falling and the heavy breathing of the young man hiding behind a stone slab of what use to be a large public building. "Where are you hiding boy?" said a low, thundering voice. The owner of the voice was hidden within the cloud of smoke. "Come out, you can't hide from me." There was a small pause before the voice spoke again. "It's pointless. There's nowhere you can go. My army has this city under lock and key"
The sound of crunching gravel was the only hint of movement in the cloud of smoke. The young man tried to calm his breathing, with little success. The sound of crunching gravel was get closer. "I have to move. He's getting closer with every moment I sit here. The only question is where am I going to go?" the young man said to himself. Scanning the area, he s
Duel Blade: Ch.1"Aaaaaa!" The scream of some poor soul as they saw the being that would take their life. It was that scream of terror that woke the young man sleeping in basement of what use to be a two story house. As he looked around in a dazed state, another scream snapped him back to his senses, reminding him of what was going on around his
He sat there making the fire for his meal. After the fire was going, he put on a pot of water on to boil. As he sat there preparing his meal, he began to try to make sense of what happened the day before when he saw those images. "None this makes any sense. How can these memories help me." As he sat there in silence, a thought popped into his head. "The last thing I did before I saw those images was stare at this pendent. Maybe that's what triggered the memories." He held the pendent in in his palm and gazed at it like before. Nothing. "I don't get it. I still sense the energy coming from it, so why is it not working." He tried many times, but each time ended i
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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