The Day The Moon Went Out
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Última atualização ter, out 11, 2022
"Never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to stay alive"
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"Once you murder, it goes one of two ways. It either breaks you until you kill yourself. Or you keep on murdering until you like the way your hands are stained red."
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It's year 2050, the Earth has gone to waste and the settlements that are alive are living in a heat-scorched Earth. Annabel Zierke was asleep at 3am when she suddenly got spammed with text messages from different friends and family. "Look outside at the moon! It's beautiful tonight". When she got one last, final text.
"What ever you do. Do not look at the moon." Confused by all the commotion, Annabel went back to sleep. Not knowing what dangers lay ahead. Not knowing, what the moon had awakened.
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Pt. 1 & 2 are finished! Pt. 3 is being written! Pt. 2 will be out soon!
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.
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