Long ago, there was a child that experienced the world. Just like any other, that world has died, and replacing it is the color gray. Imagination is a foreign conception to them and only misery awaits them in the future.
"For every dream, a walker is born. For every emotion, a seeker is born. When the two combine, the bearer is brought forth."
~Currently working on Protocol 2168: Humanity~
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Stories by lilbunminx
The Poetry of a Little One
All of my poems over the years in one place. Started in 2011.
Life Speech
Hello world, my inner thoughts. This is what I write down when I just start thinking randomly or observe the...
Dream Walker
Fourteen year old Julian Grimm was all alone, his parents abandon him, his caretaker abuses him, he has no fr...