Turbulence (NEW)

Turbulence (NEW)

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Death, although violent, can be serene. Calm. Orderly. Everyone is stationed to make sure nothing goes without a hitch. That is until we learned about the others who do the same as we do in different factions. A learning ordinance. Love had risen its ugly head. The disease of jealousy was not far behind. Death had caused a war and a blessing. A blessing that had to be kept a secret away from those who would want to corrupt it. However, someone found out. The worst of all to find out. Forcing the deepest pit of death to reach out towards the highest point of light. Nobody was the same after the civil war. We remained aware but we never intermingled ever again. Author's Note: When I first started Turbulence it was a hobby write meant to go nowhere, but then I started to like it. So I rewrote it. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as I'm having fun writing it!
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Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

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