This is the story about how I died.
Dirt and dust flew into the air as the sand stone object hit the ground, men and women in huddled together as it rained down on their clothing. Dirt started to turn red as many fell to the ground, the blood gushing from their wounds. Others simply kept running past, all of which knew they were fighting for their lives. Medics ran to those who had fallen, only for them to go limp, lose all awareness and consciousness from their eyes and collapse on top of the injured soldiers. All of whom would die from their wounds. The very wounds the dead bodies on top of them had once been in charge of taking care of.
Above is Medusa.
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Angel of Sea's
Fantasy"It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop." - Confucius. The night of the explosion changed everything for Medusa Ezzy, a 17 year old farmers daughter from Pompeii. One moment, moment she is discussing the weather with her fa...
