11.05.2010

Some Writing I Did Today That I Like...

And it was likely that they still carried their poisons, though Liam was long beyond caring. He took shelter when the wind blew, when the devilish cyclones formed in the warmer months to erase the dim light of the hidden sun, but he no longer feared the storms.

If they killed him, then he would be dead.

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