He could not take his eyes away from the horrific sight. The sky looked as though it was crying. Against the rising sun, the dark streaks looked like black tears on a pale cheek of a child. The blasts of orange, as the streaks of black hit the horizon, lit up the world around them in a terrifying glow. Who knew the world would come to this so soon.
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Night Rider
FantasyDawson's world has always been the same. The white masks that fill his everyday, fill his dreams. Many dreams of what is behind the masks of strangers. When Dawson's dad buys him a motorcycle, his world slowly changes in front of him. He finds himse...
