The Plop Tart War

The Plop Tart War

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación jue, mar 17, 2016
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Everyone believes they are living, until they start dying. At what point do you change? Alita was my rock in a raging river. If I held on tightly enough, I would never drown. Then my fingers started slipping and my rock started to break. My sister left. And I started dying. DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH PLOP TARTS OR POP TARTS AT ALL AS OF YET, NOR WILL IT EVER, MOST LIKELY. AND NO ONE HAS DIED YET SO THAT'S MISLEADING AS WELL. I ASSURE YOU, THE TITLE WILL MAKE SENSE EVENTUALLY. Please Critique!!! -QuadriNarShark
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What would really happen? The end of the world, roving groups of mercinaries, creatures pretending to be people. The end is filled with terror and death. Could love sprout? Can true love withstand the end? What happens when the people you love, die? The end comes. There is no stopping it. "It's happening, isn't it? The end of the world?" He asks, his voice full of hidden fear. "Yes. Now, get ready." I say softly. --------------- Trigger Warning: Child Death, Attempted Suicide, Traumatic

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