PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): Toy Soldiers___________ Only emptiness remains
It replaces all, all the pain MARTIKA_______ Everything was fading in and out, spinning slowly and then very quickly all at once. Flashing lights, bright and unnatural.
A bed, lots of people talking, shouting, running, pulling.
It faded.
It came back, and there was so much pain. She tried to scream but her throat wouldn’t work. There was something in it, or in her, or tying her. She didn’t know.
She smelled white. Hot, angry, unforgiving white that jogged her memory through the hurricane, that tore through the pain, and in that moment the overwhelming reality of what was happening crashed down on her and everything collapsed.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____  _____________I could still change the end |