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Tires race across Black asphalt fast underneath Miles are memories

Perspective I have to admit—it’s kind of weird how Danny Phantom disappeared the day that Danny Fenton died. No sooner had Dash typed the words did he look up and around, the anxiety of actually making the words real prickling down his neck like a cold wind over wet skin. He’d been thinking them for months, ever since the day Fenton had died, but it was the first time he’d ever actually said them. Even if it was only his blog. A private entry at that; no matter how stupid he acted Dash wasn’t unintelligent. He often said to himself as he got ready in the morning that sometimes being smart wasn’t using his brai

Time of War It seemed that no matter how long Bastian was there, he would never get used to the desert. It was a hot, arid landscape of sand, sparse weeds and unforgiving sun. Sometimes in the distance he would see Bedouins and other desert farers, the former leading horses or riding them, the latter falling to camels. They came, they went, and still Bastian stayed. It was his post, mortars and forgotten things cluttering the small base. His unit had moved in and taken possession of it months before; the abandoned city in the sand was a perfect base for operations. His superior officers could radio orders, there was nothing to impede with t

a stone skipped on the pages of life moments trapped into story the queen of hearts when he denies asks won't you dance once more?