With my arms either side, flat against the cold brick, I held my breath as the dust and chaos of the moment settled, my ears keen for his call to say he was fine, for the shout through ragged breath he’d made it down safely. 745 more words
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After years of long and arduous meditation, Philip finally found the purpose to his existence. It was to destroy the world.
“Without destruction,” God whispered to him everyday, “there is only stagnation.” 132 more words
The Horsemen are here, the apocalypse has begun and the time of humans came to an end… Or is it?
They came to earth—Pestilence, War, Famine, Death—four horsemen riding their screaming steeds, racing to the corners of the world. 722 more words