Sing for the Lion and Lamb(open to all)
Aug 12, 2012 9:38:05 GMT -5
Post by Titanium on Aug 12, 2012 9:38:05 GMT -5
(when you read this, plz listen to this ^^)
Ashe stood at the fence, there was a storm coming, it was on the wind, and the clouds were rolling foreward. Archer's solem blue eyes looked over the forest with grief. '23. 23 people my age, are dead. They had no chance. No chance at all.' Ashe sat now, 'And their deaths were so unnessicary.' The pretty young girl sat with tears running down, she very much needed Alex here, she had no more friends, and her father passed away 3 days ago. "Alex...Someone? Do you hear me crying here?" Like a small child, Ashe curled up on her side as the ran started to pour down on her. The ran soaked her in seconds, and soon she started to shake, but she did not stand. 'They games have taken everything from me.' she layed limply, as if she were dead like everyone else. This always happened after the game, because she would see the replays of her mother's and brother's death, over and over. Like a sick dance. Over and over, back and forth. Mud that coated her cheeks started to be clense by hot, salty tears. Were would she go, she wasn't possibly going to be able to hold down a home, a goat farm, and a job all at the same time. Eventually a peacekeeper or somthing would take it all away from her. And then what? The beautiful young girls bright blue eyes were dimmed with depression, her ivory skin paler and dark circles made her look even more pitiful. She was held between heaven and hell, she layed in the now muddy ground, soaked, most definately sick, exhausted and cold.
Foot steps approached, their shoesn made a sucking noice whenever they steped, was this a peacekeeper, the one she had smacked in a fit of sudden rage? She did not care any longer.
Ashe stood at the fence, there was a storm coming, it was on the wind, and the clouds were rolling foreward. Archer's solem blue eyes looked over the forest with grief. '23. 23 people my age, are dead. They had no chance. No chance at all.' Ashe sat now, 'And their deaths were so unnessicary.' The pretty young girl sat with tears running down, she very much needed Alex here, she had no more friends, and her father passed away 3 days ago. "Alex...Someone? Do you hear me crying here?" Like a small child, Ashe curled up on her side as the ran started to pour down on her. The ran soaked her in seconds, and soon she started to shake, but she did not stand. 'They games have taken everything from me.' she layed limply, as if she were dead like everyone else. This always happened after the game, because she would see the replays of her mother's and brother's death, over and over. Like a sick dance. Over and over, back and forth. Mud that coated her cheeks started to be clense by hot, salty tears. Were would she go, she wasn't possibly going to be able to hold down a home, a goat farm, and a job all at the same time. Eventually a peacekeeper or somthing would take it all away from her. And then what? The beautiful young girls bright blue eyes were dimmed with depression, her ivory skin paler and dark circles made her look even more pitiful. She was held between heaven and hell, she layed in the now muddy ground, soaked, most definately sick, exhausted and cold.
Foot steps approached, their shoesn made a sucking noice whenever they steped, was this a peacekeeper, the one she had smacked in a fit of sudden rage? She did not care any longer.
