Rebels On The Sea - Ch.3: Rebels' ShipRebels On The Sea - Ch.3: Rebels' Ship by SkullYukiru369
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The big ship stops not far from the port, it cannot go further; in a few minutes a boat comes near the quay, driven by a girl dressed in black and seemingly sooty who gently helps us to get on and then rows with ardour to come back, taking us near the massive sailer. Many people similar to the rower, of both genders, some with a black mask, peep from above. They seem to be shy but curious, they chatter and examine us carefully, but I sense they're favourable.
After some seconds they split in two groups and let five guys through. They've got black clothes, tattoos and warpaint on their faces, and they appear from the top to scan us. They must be the leaders.
«Who are you?»
I guess the one who's talking is the leading of the chiefs; he's tall and slender and he has black long hair with two lateral undercuts, sky-coloured eyes and two black lines drawn on the cheeks.
«We've just escaped a F.E.A.R. prison» Jared explains and gesticulates. «We are rebels...plea
Rebels On The Sea - Ch.1: TrappedRebels On The Sea - Ch.1: Trapped by SkullYukiru369
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My best friend Jared suddenly stops, and I do the same.
I just went back in Los Angeles and the city has...a strange aspect. It's dark, desolate, abandoned. Some signboards still flash, almost turning off; the buildings seem to be forsaken since a long time, the American flags waving here and there are dirty and torn; the plumbeous sky and the motionless air make the environment look extraordinarily gloomy.
Some words told by some friends of mine I don't see since a long time, since before I've left, flash in my mind. «F.E.A.R. is taking over...people who are opposed to it are being secretly imprisoned...everyone will be subdued soon...and the rebels will perish...»
When I heard those words, I was perplexed for my ignorance about the meaning of that acronym...it has been explained to me straightaway. For Ever and All Religion, an organization that aims to cancel creativity, originality, vitality and science and that wants to
Andy's FeatherAndy's Feather by Breyerluv
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I saw him. I don’t mean in a picture or on a stage, but the real him. The person, not the rock star.
I had been sitting in a cool, grassy area with trees that hung over us to create a blanket of shade that provided protection from the harsh sun. Liz, my brother’s girlfriend at the time, was sprawled out next to me. She was almost as short as I and her personality was like a fresh strawberry with the hair to match.
I’ll have to admit, I didn’t recognize him at first. I knew he had dyed his hair, but every time I pictured him, it was long and black. So, when I saw the slender man with short, sandy blond hair and long gazelle legs walking casually down the sidewalk heading towards me, the only thing I thought was how odd it was that he was wearing a black leather jacket and skinny jeans. That was, however, until I saw the feather poking out over the popped collar of his jacket.
It wasn’t his most famous tattoo, and it definitely wasn