Movement to the NorthA Chapter by Alex VidmarSome moved to the oceans blue, The dead can't swim, this much is true. Some moved to the deserts, heat unbearable. Corpses rot faster for the carrion table.
But we, we moved up to the north. Where the ice and frost and winds prevail. The dead will be frozen, mostly year-round; Their flesh-hungry maws, in snow they'll be bound.
When they thaw. we destroy them, It's safer that way. It's much better, we think, To keep it this way.
My family and I, we continue to survive. Some of them corpses, but most are alive. For about half the year, we have nothing to fear. The other half, we clean up, pouring blood, sweat and tears. © 2012 Alex VidmarFeatured Review
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11 Reviews Added on March 5, 2012 Last Updated on April 8, 2012 AuthorAlex VidmarWakefield, RIAboutI'm twenty-two years old and a musician at heart, but I took up writing five years ago. I'm hoping to get published somewhere, so I'm trying out this site. Please be honest in your reviews. Be cr.. more..Writing
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