Wednesday, March 4, 2009

001 - early hours

"With her ankles being carefully caressed by the sand, she looked to the sky. 
A scream in the coldest of air, and a thunk of something being recycled behind her, she couldn't help but wallow away in her own thoughts.

If the words crisis and opportunity meant the same in Chinese, then what hope was there for the rest of the world? 

Soon enough the muddy cavern had engulfed her up to the knees. The sky had begun to turn a lethal red; But if lethal injections were given with sterile needles, what was the use in sterilizing them in the first place? There is no cheating death. 


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