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Flashy's Story: Chapter 20It was so hot and the small group was getting tired although the day had barely began, they all ate another berry. So they could keep cool on the volcano, the temperature seemed to rise 10 degrees with each step.
The little owl, Tilken, couldn't even fly anymore because he was so exhausted. He was laying on Disarray's back.
"Are we almost to the top yet?" Disarray asked, with her tongue hanging out.
"Not even close." came a reply.
"Who said that?!!??!" Flashy yelped.
"I did." A pair of big yellow eyes appeared in a huge crack in the volcanoes surface.
Slowly a huge black birdy head rose from it and smoke hovered all around it. It was a Phoenix, an older one that had lost its flame. It was still very dangerous though. It had a sharp skull-crushing beak and huge feet with long razor-like talons.
Flashy's Story: Chapter 19 In the morning they all walked to the frosty bushes where the berries grew and picked more than enough for a few trips. Aside from the little mishap from last night everyone was feeling rested.
Meanwhile Roland was getting frustrated with all the recent going ons.
"We need to track her! Go get me Calfaux!" Roland yelled at Charlette and Solus.
About an hour later the two wolves came back, with an older big cat behind them.
He was tall for a cheetah and his fur was dark blue. All of his spots were white and his eyes were dark green. Surprisingly he only had two horns, which is few for the cheetahs that come from the island. His voice was deep but you know, he wasn't exactly a Bass. Calfaux was known as the best tracker alive on the island.
"We know about you're daughter." Roland said with an evil grin on his face.
Calfaux gasped and wondered to himself how she even got here to th
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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