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Submitted to Contest #275
The world bound by spirit and form, transcends into a terror. The trees quiver, the woods shuttle in a strange demeanor, and the zephyr in the night sounds like an owl. I feel death drawing near but not that of one I know, for all those known to me are beyond my compass of approach. I can not touch though my hands do stretch, foul enough to call what I have hands. I laugh because I cannot fathom nor contort the main idea that I exist in the world yet outside it. My spirit - wait, I am a spirit- is a force not to be reckoned with. I am b...
The Human race is a piece of garbage!... Deafening sounds in my head, a chiming bell that always rings, a mocking laughter, the very actions and thoughts that perpetuate that not-so-amiss thought that humans are pieces of garbage. Through these very thoughts, I understand why I must take action, why I must be the one, to not only save the world but to save humans, from themselves. The thought always fazed my mind, that humans are the reason why the world is to come to an end.I remember back in the day. My father would always tell me to stop ...
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