I stood beside a burned oak tree watching her waving on top of a castle made of lies. She put on that innocent smile, fooling the crowd with her innocent lips spewing only innocent words. 329 more words
The city itself lives on its own myth. Instead of waking up and silently existing, the city people prefer a stubborn and fabricated dream; they do not care to be a part of the night, or to be merely of the world.
When the grim Pilgrims landed on Easter Island they were unprepared for the grim conditions. Many died from radiation poisoning. Others simply disappeared and left nothing behind but bloody clothes and cryptic inscriptions in notebooks. 182 more words