The night finally fell on the orchard and i could hear those shadows screaming in the distance. I walked slowest like this is mz own funeral, not theirs. There was no way for me to lose from those hags,

Sunset cold and indigo touched the horizon with the flavor of upcoming death, and I understand just now how I joyfully anticipated this magnificent moment. When the blood of the clouds silently wore off

I sat on the bench and look right and left; there was nobody around and that was absolutely perfect for my plan. A few last days after shadows arrived I had little no time for peaceful recollection. If

The culmination of my day was when I finally realized that hooded monsters are rising one by one and that pestilence is now wondering heedlessly around my patch of dirt, unable to find a monument that

It is still a dark, nothing is here. I can hear birds singling far away, I can see a few starts, scattered here and there. But I am tired. I am so much in pain from this awakening. My every inch is sored.

I have been sleeping for so long that it feel like it is forever. A small eternity passed of me waking up the last time. It was a long, long time ago. I forgot what were the names of the people I knew,

I don't join things because I am forced in any way, because my personal opinion is that forced things are a bad thing overall. They do not work at all, even if you try hardest and give your best. I am

We have several spacecraft on escape trajectories, meaning they're leaving the solar system and they are never coming back. Which is a sort of success, if you think about it: It's not like our ancestors

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Hilarious, but still a great idea. How about trying it. LOL I FAKED going on HOLIDAY for a whole WEEK PHOTOSHOPPING MY INSTAGRAM PRANK Web | Discord | Steemit