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He placed his feet to the brink of the building, making sure they didn’t go over, not even one millimetre.
One. Two. Three.
Straightening up, he surveyed the world before him, feeling an immense pressure building inside.
Four. Five. Six.
Cars tooted their horns below, as general chaos issued when there was congestion. Crouching, he made sure his body didn’t go forward. Moving his head a couple of centimetres, he peeped over the precipice of the mountainous building.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
Retracting slowly, as if he was a turtle, he slowly stood up again with precise accuracy. The wind howled and rain threatened to lash its fury, but there was still time. Just.
Ten. One. Two.
5pm. No, it wasn’t that. 4pm 59 minutes 42 seconds.
Three. Four. Five.
It had to be at the right time. He had sought the place with stealth, but didn’t congratulate himself in his find. There was time for that later.
Six. Seven. Eight.
Later.
Nine. Ten. One.
He breathed in deep.
Two. Three. Four.
Raised his arms.
Five. Six. Seven.
And flew.
Eight. Nine. Ten.
I am Revolution.
One. Two. Three.
Straightening up, he surveyed the world before him, feeling an immense pressure building inside.
Four. Five. Six.
Cars tooted their horns below, as general chaos issued when there was congestion. Crouching, he made sure his body didn’t go forward. Moving his head a couple of centimetres, he peeped over the precipice of the mountainous building.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
Retracting slowly, as if he was a turtle, he slowly stood up again with precise accuracy. The wind howled and rain threatened to lash its fury, but there was still time. Just.
Ten. One. Two.
5pm. No, it wasn’t that. 4pm 59 minutes 42 seconds.
Three. Four. Five.
It had to be at the right time. He had sought the place with stealth, but didn’t congratulate himself in his find. There was time for that later.
Six. Seven. Eight.
Later.
Nine. Ten. One.
He breathed in deep.
Two. Three. Four.
Raised his arms.
Five. Six. Seven.
And flew.
Eight. Nine. Ten.
I am Revolution.
Literature
11 3
i've been sitting under
the same tree for days and now
the leaves are leaving and now
the bark is peeling and
is this what they talk about
when the sparks all flicker
out?
i've been stoned enough
times to be called a martyr and
my mind's been getting hazy
lately
how do they expect me to answer
all these prayers?
i'm not a saint, i've just got
no grasp on sin.
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distinction
This is what I cannot understand.
There is an understanding that nothing is ever black and white. Good can be achieved through bad means, what's wrong can sometimes be right, and if you turn right for long enough, you eventually go left. Boys can be girls who fall in love with girls who sometimes think they are boys and the lines between everything end up irreversibly blurred.
Or so I've always thought.
But this is a line that cannot be blurred. This is the only remaining clear-cut line that separates black from white as perfectly as a color wheel. And that is the fact that everything is until it isn't. We are until we aren't. We breathe u
Literature
16.7.1945
You can't blame them for what they did, not really.
Their war, ensnaring the most powerful countries in the world and sending millions of their finest young men and women out as if to the slaughter, had been raging for nearly six years. Both sides showed no sign of faltering, entertained no thought of surrender. Something had to be done to break the psychological stalemate. Something that would make men fall to their knees in awe even as their cities and their people disappeared in a flash of white light.
What the scientists and the handful of informed onlookers say today in the desert under heavy rain will never be known by man, for the ag
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Random. O.o
I guess I had a brief brainwave or something when I wrote this piece. Suddenly, I could see everything and I knew where this was going, although I was struggling towards the end... hence the randomness.
The concept is something I frequently think and dream about.
I guess I had a brief brainwave or something when I wrote this piece. Suddenly, I could see everything and I knew where this was going, although I was struggling towards the end... hence the randomness.
The concept is something I frequently think and dream about.
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love it, the tension builds and i wonder what is going to happen, whether or not the main character is going to jump, or what. Then he FLIES! magical