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Just a short scene.
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A choppy, and deep poem.
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The
wind is rushing under my wings and I look to my left to see a dark green figure
next to me. The wind is howling in my ears and I give a roar of ..
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‘S**t,’ he swears, mirroring my own thoughts. ‘We need to get out of here. Now.’
‘Yeah, I know. Where are you?&rsquo..
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When
I come to, I feel the heavy weight of thick, metal chains holding me down onto
a hard platform. I seemed to be moving because I could feel whee..
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I
hear a door unlock - in a vain attempt to be silent - and look up at G’reth; his forehead is still pressed against
the glass, asleep. He m..
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By
the time the last bullet is finally taken out, G’reth’s sides are heaving and
the tree no longer existed. Make that ten trees that no..
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He
figures it out and I am free about thirty silent minutes later. I shake the net
off and use my teeth to unhook a few holes from a couple of the ..
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I haven’t heard from G’reth
or Jake for about a week and it’s getting me worried. I pace when I am not sleeping,
which is mos..
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A few more days pass. Then
I hear it. A faint whisper of a voice in my head. I listen intently, hope
growing inside me. I ask the void tentatively,..
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