It was raining; slowly pouring strength and wisdom onto all the nearby cities. Seneal was cuddled up on the rug as the fire sizzled and popped its way into the dieing embers. Far away in a different place, alarms went off as aircraft dumped their explosive load on the helpless houses below. Someone, a big bulky man with little brain cells and a big heart carried a small teenage boy in his arms as he headed for the safety of the nearest bunker. Then with a loud bang the first bomb went off and incinerated three houses and a couple of trees. Then another one hit. Bang! The boy was waking up. He moaned at his achy bones and the bulky man motioned for him to keep quiet and lie down. The foot soldiers were closing in.
 Lyra the Hyper · Sun Feb 15, 2009 @ 04:12am · 0 Comments |
