We Are The Sand Pt. One Chapter Two by EsotericAngel, literature
Literature
We Are The Sand Pt. One Chapter Two
Chapter the Second: The Weak Willed
Doesn't matter when we get back to doing what we do. 'Cause right now could last forever just as long as I'm with you.
“Tell me again what we're doing here,” Olette whispered angrily from behind a tall obelisk-shaped tombstone of an indeterminate shade of grey, carved from an equally unknown stone. Most likely marble or granite, as befitting an antiquated Vermont cemetery.
The day was still clear, still crisp, as fitting a New England autumn, and a stiff breeze rustled the whip-thin branches of a nearby hemlock, (or spruce, fir even; Olette really had little knowledge about such things.) c
We Are The Sand Pt. One Chapter One by EsotericAngel, literature
Literature
We Are The Sand Pt. One Chapter One
Chapter the First: Intro
Stasis is what you got, like a rickshaw getting pulled around by another rickshaw.
Roxas pressed his nose against the cool, clear glass of the massive window. It was flanked on both sides by glossy black marble walls veined with grey that reflected the glow of the midday sun. The lanky blond's warm breath came out in a thick head of steam, leaving a dense fog on the transparent silicon-based material. The oversized faded yellow-orange game console controller above the window beckoned to him, inviting the wheaten-haired young man to venture inside its all-too-tempting walls and away from his friends. It also mad
Grave New World Chapter One by EsotericAngel, literature
Literature
Grave New World Chapter One
Chapter the First: Trigger
I don't think you need to go looking for the enemy. He's going to look for you. Willie Aames
Brian punched the flattened pillow beneath his head and cursed. Stupid pillow, he thought, as though it had a vested interest in keeping him from a good night's sleep. Scowling, he turned over on his side in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. Never mind the fact that the mattress was lumpy. That was what he got for picking one up off the sidewalk. He was just glad it didn't have bedbugs. His last flat had been infested with them. He shuddered at the thought.
After a few more moments of wrestling w