Just another ordinary day, yeah right. Part1 by JediJoshus007, literature
Literature
Just another ordinary day, yeah right. Part1
It's not the street I usually go down, but for some reason, that day; I turned down a different road. I felt a slight tug to turn away from my normal route; it was almost as if I were a magnet pole being pulled to its opposite.
I was new to this part of the city, didn't know my way around yet; Chicago's a very large city; one could live here all their lives and only see a fraction of it. I'm in the far Westside, not sure yet what gangs controlled this part of town, and I wasn't in any hurry to find out. Why this way? I thought to myself as I continued on farther into the unknown.
This part of town had some old abandoned buildings,
Elias and the Woman in White 17 by FindMeIfYouCan, literature
Literature
Elias and the Woman in White 17
Dervollius is sprawled out a patch of sun when Abernos and Elias arrive. "I didn't mean for you to bring him here Abernos. I wanted you to find Kyrie first and make sure she was all right."
"I was trying to find her," Abernos replies pouting. He takes a seat under a large apple tree enjoying the shade. "But I ran into Elias first and he didn't know where Kyrie was either so we went to see the mermaids."
Derv snorts and rolls onto his back closing his eyes, "And how did that go?"
"They tried to kill me!" Elias says sitting in one of the ornate chairs that sits beside a little table in the garden. He's never met Derv but
I've had that dream again.
That strange place, so distant, yet so close to my heart. Buildings as tall as mountains.
Dead structures, watching with dead eyes. Empty, vast and endless honeycombs of stone and steel. Air filled with gray ashes, always fluttering from the cloudy sky.
The black vortex opens up in the sky, descending down to the city. The vortex spiral rips the city apart, bending the air itself, feasting on light, feasting on time.
There is a lonely figure standing in the street.
No matter how hard I try to make out his or her expression, I cannot. Is there no face there at all? Or perhaps there is a million human faces there