Blue Monologue

A sharp bend in the passage revealed a sight which made him gasp. A faint circular opening in the distance permitted the rays of the moon –which had fitfully begun to shine –to penetrate the stygian blackness. The end of the passage lay before him. Victory –escape! The cold night air fanned his face; he urged himself onward in a last desperate effort.

The boy lay there next to his father keeping each other warm from the chilling atmosphere where they set camp. The air was so moist it turned the dirt into damp mud and the boy could feel his sleeping bag submerge into it. The intimidating glare of an owl examining him sent a tingle up his spine. The sounds of bugs chiming filled the ambience, killing the silence giving him a sense of security. He looked up at the twilight sky illuminated by the blinding shimmer of the full moon gleaming through the forest trees over him. Surrounding it was an array of glimmering stars prompting the sky alive. As his body grew accustomed to the environment, each natural attribute gave him comfort and allowed him to slowly fall into a deep sleep.

When I was a little boy I accidently became inductbly know I save the city.The people now call me Cation Blue.When im saving the city I wear blue cause its my

The vast sky above the trees was home to an array of clouds. At the turn of night, a sparkling variety of stars. The clouds were as fluffy as cotton, each with its own unique shape. As delicate as daisies, yet unbending like metal. The stars were as sharp and as piercing as thorns, but also as lovely as the bud itself. The clouds conquered the day before all time, but they gladly let the stars race across the plains as it darkened. It was the natural order, and was seen by all as equal and fair.

Latt internally sighed in relief, no longer concerned that he might be having a heart attack. However he quickly noticed that the pain in his leg had gotten much sharper. Latt put his hands down and opened his eyes. He saw nothing but darkness. He quickly went from moderate concern about the pain in his leg, to near panic as he feared that he might be blind. However this panic quickly dissipated as his eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness and he began to take in his surroundings. As he looked around trying to comprehend his unfamiliar surroundings he started to rub his leg only to find a small piece of metal poking him. “Is this what I have been feeling?” he wondered aloud. As if to confirm he noticed a small piece of broken glass behind him, near the same place that the pain his back would have been in had he been lying down. Around him were countless other broken fragments and debris varying widely in shape, size and material littering the street. there were scraps of paper with weird glyphs on them, semi-melted plastic, destroyed electronic devices of unknown function but nothing to give him any indication as to where he was. After a few minutes of contemplation he stood

I wish I could pull myself away, But you’re almost as bad as nicotine. You’re a drug that I fell into, And can’t drag myself out of. I just can’t quit.

On land, pillars of granite rose up angelically into the ether. The once grey sky was slowly being permeated with an onyx decor. Though we had started our journey with blue skies, it was becoming increasingly sincere that we would conclude it in storm.

The sky is terse as if it were painted cobalt blue, a hymn to life. I'm walking with uncertain steps to the TLC, wrapped in a woolen cloak like a witch fallen victim of her own spell. It's one of those days; a tiny homunculus of the caves, survived the ice age, is relentlessly punching my right eardrum. The view is blurred, and I can barely walk straight and conceal the anguish that overwhelms my reason whenever the damn caveman gets out of bed on the wrong side.

Paula topless with brightly colored tits is quite a sight, her nipples hard and standing straight out and egg coloring dripping down her chest to her shorts.

Blackness continues to envelope around her, and she feels suffocated, claustrophobic until her eyes bare witness to the tiniest sliver of light and she knows when she moves through that crevice what she will be witnessing. Part of her fears and part of her wants to run to it. She keeps her movements slow and deliberate. She doesn’t want to miss anything, but she is also too aware of the pain she will

I am a Chosen. I survived the Epidemic and like all of the other survivors who weren’t in quarantine, safe from the outside world, I have a power.

Through the deep fog a silent crippled cabin remained lifeless. The cabin was on the brink of collapsing and the walls were too feeble to clench onto the bulky roof. One young leaf with the bravery of a lion dared to glide down onto the cabin and it caused a creaking sound to burst through the forest. The lonely cabin hadn't been ventured to in an immeasurable amount of time. The walls were once a vibrant orange but had decayed over the time into a rusty amber colour. The cabin only had one window which had abandoned the cabin long ago in search of a better life. The fog orbited the grizzled cabin as it either feared it or felt bad for the broken down hallow of what it once was. The cabin smelled of damp and decaying wood that filled the air surrounding with a musky undertone.

Jimmy has or always been a nut but something was about to turn him into a tiny raisin of stupidity.

But alas, I remain on a chilling mountain, seen but at the same time ignored by all who reside beneath. I gazed across the horizon, polluted with grey towers and vibrant lights, making no match to the sky infused with honeyed ripples.

He could smell blood, but had no idea it was his. Everything was in dull motion. His partially impaired eyes saw men and women dressed in light blue gowns trying to hold him down. Memories are gone, not even happenings of hours before made themselves available in order to make sense of why there was all this clutter and clang as someone was tirelessly trying to remove the cold metal he could feel close to his beating heart. It was all a mystery.