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The World Will End in Rain2
--Begin Record: Oct. 17, 2152. 07:13.
Record Title: searching.
Record Author: Bernard, Arabella
: We're leaving in a few hours. We've gotten together some items. Alex has been fishing things out of the water. I don't know how I fell about that. Lots of that stuff belongs to dead people. I guess its ok... he did get a backpack that were going to garry the food in. Flex's... bounty hunter pack will carry the rest of our supplies. I feel so useless.
Mabey we'll find others. I hope so.
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The World Will End in Rain
The four sat upon the roof. They rarely moved. Mostly just shifted positions from time to time, while thinking of their lives before the rain. The girl, an ambitious artist, stared at her hands mostly, probably longing for a pen and a flat surface to express the building emotions. Her pack beside her contains a few items, an E-journal, a photo album and some nik-nak things she collects. The three men often paced, checked supplies that they had gathered and most of the time bickered about this and that. The main topic was whether they should move, try to find other people, more provisions.
"What have we got to lose, our lives?" Flex argued.
"Yea, for one thing," Caleb seemed the most self centered of the group.
"Its not like we have anything left of a life, now is it? We've got no
families, no friends, theres aliens overtaking our planet and we won't last more than a few weeks at best," Flex Connor knew his survival tacti
The World Ended in Rain
Access date: Oct. 15, 2152. 04:51.
Record Title: the day the world ended.
Record Author: Bernard, Arabella.
: I've sat here for at least an hour now, just trying to think of how to start. I guess my title needs a little explaining. Everything has ended. Not in the sense that all life on earth is dead... yet. But in the sense of all those zombie movies you see. I'll try to start from what I consider the beginning.
Two weeks ago, the rain started. This wasn't just any rain. It was rain that would turn you. Turn you into what I guess you could call water zombies. Yeah, I know it is stupid. But there isn't much else to call them except for aliens. Really, they're humans that have been killed -drowned- to become hosts to an alien race. We don't know much more than that. Other than if you drown, well... your insides are carved out to make room for the aliens to form. Basically,
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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