Writing

Chapter 7

“How did you make that?” Lucas asked Daniel. 

Chapter 6

Chapter 5

As dry as sand, 

wrung out and shrunken from the cold,

loose and shivering like dead hemlock needles in a parched winter wind, 

puddling and sifting in the wake of footsteps.

Why do we wonder? 

Is is a quiet rebellion? Refusal to accept It as it is? 

A mental shield to protect from routine and repetition?

Is its continual persistence to blur the harshness of reality?

YOU WILL NEVER KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT US HAHAHAHAHA Sorry that is NOT my sentence. Okay here is the real thing: It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. That is the name of a song by the band REM.