Broken Lands

Broken Lands

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-I'm not really writing lately- The world never ceases it's ginormous actions, and I can't blame it. As far as I know we people only destroy the Earth, so why wouldn't it try to rid itself of us? The birds are the only ones who really understand the Earth, sometimes I think they speak to it. They seem to know when everything is about to happen. This is my first day of being alone in the world, so journal, please keep me company. One last thing Earth, please bring someone to me. If you plan to keep diminishing my supplies then at least let me die with more than this book to keep me company. Sincerely, Nook Bern *Cover by @Smileyturtle1343
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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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