skyesage

My veins stand off my skin like thick cords. My breath comes in short bursts. Little sighs a shallow huff of an exhalation. It collects in white steam in the cold air. My lungs burn, and my heart hurts keenly. Weakness, it is all weakness. Then just like that, I return to myself and it is over. I feel myself tighten like a coiled spring, humming with the bound up energy of worry and anxiety beyond words. Another severe stabbing pain in my lower ribcage doubles me over as I fight against the tears and the shaking and shuddering which I know will follow. All my efforts are in vain and I know it. The shuddering begins. My hands shake and my brea

Sometimes I feel as though I am trapped within a glass fish tank. It feels as if I am under water and a layer of ice is above me. Every single time I think it is over, every time I end up coughing and spluttering, but there is air, the fish tank is suddenly dry and I get one breath. After that breath however, if I try and breathe again I only breath in water, and then I keep my mouth shut. The glass is dark, I can see nothing on the other side but still, still I try to break it. I slam my palm into the glass and all I get in return is a solid thump. I know that it is useless to try and break it. All I accomplish is using up precious oxygen. D

The room that James lived in was very white, his roof, floor, and walls. Were all white, James spent every moment of every day in this room. In fact James could not remember a time when he had not been in this room. In his chest of drawers were 14 white jumpsuits, 14 white pairs of socks, and similarly underwear. James was not especially tall, standing at just 5' 11", nor was he especially clean or out of the ordinary. He was scruffy, and a little dog-eared, but he had bright lively hazel eyes that inquired into everything. James was allowed a very many books on his reader. It was a small 11.5" by 6.5" white square with a screen. He would typ

This is your guide to your timeline, study it, know it Timeline 1: you guys are standard nothing to report here this is the average Joe we are dealing with here nothing special all modern tech is support in this file just live like you do Timeline 2: You are the ancient and majestic kingdom of Torramestia the expanses are full of grassy plains high mountain peaks and almost no  forested areas whatsoever. The plains are desolate and very little lives here aside from huge monsters each one of them closing in on 10 stories tall beware and remember to skin and remove everything you can from the body of the beast before leaving it armor isn't ma

apple designs fighter jets after the angry birds, they hold an angry bird grand championship and the best gamers in the world take out buildings on angry birds shaped like national monuments and icons of the world, the pigs are important people who rule the world apple wants to use these people after brainwashing or buying them out to rule the world with an iron fist this means war will be played with a joystick and the most simple thing could be a disaster ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Main characters: Damien Wren and Grace Auxilliary characters: Miles *high profile gamer* Hank *long time angry birds champion*

Coffee splashed resiliently against the white counter tops staining them once more after they had been cleaned numerous times. Mia's legs ached and trembled in the wake of the news. The phone lay in a puddle of coffee tinny voices issuing from it none of which she could hear. Her flaming ginger hair catching the sunlight and refracting it upon her face and tears. Each tear sparkling like a tiny drop of sorrow upon her china white cheeks. Her face had a noble appearance, high cheekbones delicate whir skin, perfectly formed and beautiful. She wore no makeup aside from a small amount of tangerine lipstick outlined carefully in red eyeliner. Her