The cools crisp air tickled my pale skin, the water from the mist sprayed at my body lightly. It was refreshing, sitting in the soft light green grass smothered with small dew drops, the air and slight breeze was always calming, in this secluded place, one half of the planet scorching desert and the other calming forest that has been mutilated. Mutilated into buildings and city's, the only place continuously safe is this land, the land I stay on to survive... after the crash I had no hope, but with my two dogs at my side, I will fight. Fight, until it is useless. Useless to fight against the ones who are ruining this perfect utopia of beautiful weather. I will help this planet survive. One. Death. At. A. Time....
I know this is short but it is a quick hint of one of my possible ongoing series that I could create, it's about one of my characters who is fighting to save the life of the planet he crashed on to revenge on who killed his family. Yeah it's sick, twisted and gory, but if you don't like it, don't read it. So it's still not confirmed but it may happen. Maybe.
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Random Writing Practices
Historia CortaAs the title says, just a bunch of random writing bull crap I do for practice, random one shots with no real plot are here so beware it's a weird universe in here
