We kept running and running, ignoring the fact that our legs felt like they were going to fall off. All of a sudden, I felt a small cold wet substance landing on my bare shoulders. The air felt colder than it ever had in Possiblis. It was refreshing as we ran. Neither of us knew where we were running to, we just ran.
Into the abyss, I guess... Yes. Into the abyss.
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Where could I go? I was running away from and into the problem at the same exact time. I don't know if there is an escape. I could be leading my best friend and I into complete danger, and I would have no clue about it. I had to get us to safety.
I heard a scream. Zenovia. I whipped my head around to see my best friend being swallowed by the ground.
"Help me, Rhonwhen!" she cried. She was flailing her arms wildly. I ran over to help her and grabbed her arms. I tried to pull her out of the ground but I was too weak and too tired from all the running. The pull on her was strong, but I would not let go. she continued to flail but getting slower. I continued to pull, but so did the ground. Her hands were getting hard and cold.
Maybe it is just my imagination?
That's what I said last time, and look what's happenng now
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The Utopia Factory
FantasyPossiblis is a perfect town. Perfect people, perfect views, perfect everything. But this perfection is produced by a factory. The factory mysteriously stops running and Possiblis falls into a state of destruction. Will Rhonwen and Zenovia be able to...
