Comments Posted By Annabelle Grass
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The feet slowed, alone. The city moved on, but my feet–they were like hot candle wax, taken from their flame. Running, dripping, inching… stopping. I stood, and got pushed. My body became an isolated system, and my brain was detached from my being.
» Posted By Annabelle Grass On 02.11.2014 @ 5:47 pm
The frequency of the shrill squeal destroyed my eardrums as I tumbled through the flickering hallways littered with medicine carts, bloody stretchers, and the somewhat fresh remains of human forms.
» Posted By Annabelle Grass On 02.10.2014 @ 4:30 pm
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The evening was deafeningly quiet. Ears of organisms could not bear to process what exactly was happening, but there was an ubiquitous awareness in the atmosphere.
Something was wrong.
» Posted By Annabelle Grass On 02.06.2014 @ 8:12 am