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Write a story or poem based on the image

Write a story or poem based on the image

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A Friend And A Fire- Two Haikus

It’s the ones who stay

That make the unbearable

Worth bearing at last.





It is too cold here

But fire and a good friend

Insulate the heart....

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Refuge

Finally we had found refuge. My old dog decided the...subway train, I believe these were called...was safe. She turned three times around, and fell asleep. I was exhausted as well, but sleep eluded me.


We had been traveling for days, trying to stay on the low, knowing that if we were caught I’d have to go back to the mines. I couldn’t live underground anymore, now that I have seen green thing...

The Last Guardian

At night they come for him; at night they hunt him; at night they hunger for him. I am his Guardian and I will fight to my last breath. But I cannot fail him, because I am the last Guardian, the last of my blood to still walk with him, he who will bring joy to my cramped and comfortable surroundings. I curl up toward the warmth of the fire as the sun sets, cascading long narrows beams into our hom...

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I’m sorry

The off white pillar candle stays upright as the burning wick flickers violently threatened by the wind. It has been three years since this part of the subway got condemned and as the years have passed the place becomes more fragile. The whole back end of the cart is completely missing, the cracks in the overhead concrete allow the rain to pass down from above solemnly hitting the tin roof. Have y...

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The Man on the Train

A chilling wind howled through the night, careening through the broken windows, rustling an old abandoned newspaper. Dense trees thrashed wildly against the train walls, scratching against the shattered panes with their wooden claws. As the rain thundered relentlessly against the roof of the carriage, a steady stream of water leaked through the ceiling onto the damp carpet inside. Cowering beneath...

Day 103

4/25/XXXX • Day 103


Journal,

It is now day 103 in this hellish wasteland. I suppose I have it better than some of the other survivors I’ve come across, with Peak by my side and a roof over my head. Still, it’s not easy.

I can tell that this train car won’t last all too much longer. It was old from the start, but the constant attacks from the zombies and the odd weather patterns have caused it to ...

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I’m sorry Eli

The blood was coming slower now.

The fever was setting in.

ā€˜Just a little further’

I grit my teeth.

ā€˜Please...one last look...just one more’

The old subway cart pulls into view.

My walking slows but it helps me keep quite.

I peak through the door one last time.

Eli is jabbing the dim fire with a stick as Cammie lies near by. Her eyes meet mine and her tail weakly waggles.

My tears burn my eyes...

Wtf is this picture of ?

I’m not sure what this pictures of, a dark tunnel with a light at the end ? my iPhone 5s screen is too small to comprehend, and render the image in a size that’s observable, in the future a zoom feature would be preferable ...

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