Gas, the enthusiastic dancer loved swimming. One day the little green gob ball came first in the intergalactic swimming competition. The chances of him winning were almost impossible. But his preparation to the competition was key. Going well into the depths of the Gal Gal forrest he ran and ran and ran. The likely outcome was that Jaba Herond would win but Gas knew he wouldn’t. As Gas scrambled up the Goru mountain he reached the top and took a big leap into the moshpit of lava, and this is how Gas the Gob ball won the intergalactic swimming race.
Blood rushing, heart pounding as shadows loom in the darkness to the left of her was a door. Kicking her leg into the door with a great thud she senses jolts in her left knee. Daring not to look down and fearing for the worst she was shocked to see a twist in her leg the girl cried out in immense pain. Scrambling her fragile body into and past the door frame the sister of two seeks in her pack for a bandage or anything to aid her support, nothing. Struggling her way up she sits and waits and waits.
In neat rows, waiting for the whistle. That dreaded whistle. “Phweeep” scrambling over the top of dead corpses bullets take chips out of the barriers, men are falling like flies screams of horror ring in my ears Blood rushing through my veins head bulging waiting to explode. The sweet sound of my Wife enters my head “I can’t do this” I though but I have to, for her.” A platoon of five of us are now slaloming down a steep hill face. “BOOM” shrapnel sprays me we must fly if we want to get to our rondevu point in time.
Bursting through the wooden walls in the rotting 1990 Honda Prelude it had woken. “Alright Cam we need a clear getaway” I said. Screeching out onto the road suddenly a loud engine from behind revved into gear. The car chase was on. Speeding past cars we made it onto the open road. The Honda Prelude had a distinct speed disadvantage, but that didn’t matter it was about to show, it was about the drivers skill. All four wheels slide in a perfect u-turn we were heading straight on. Missing by inches we swerved past the car. “Ha, a clear getaway!”
Silence settled over the town after the dragon had unleashed its wrath and thunder just moments before. The orange flames danced in the night sky. Hundreds of civilians walked or swam out unscathed, only in what they were wearing. Most of the children in pyjamas. Days and days of lengthy trudging lead to a close by mountain, where the people set up camp. They did not know how long they would inhabit the mountain for. As life started up again, groups were formed. Some leaving for their own life not underneath the control of others. Likely to end up dead.
Blood rushing, heart pounding as shadows loom in the darkness to the left of her was a door. Kicking her leg into the door with a great thud she senses jolts in her left knee. Daring not to look down and fearing for the worst she was shocked to see a twist in her leg the girl cried out in immense pain. Scrambling her fragile body into and past the door frame the sister of two seeks in her pack for a bandage or anything to aid her support, nothing. Struggling her way up she sits and waits and waits.
In neat rows, waiting for the whistle. That dreaded whistle. “Phweeep” scrambling over the top of dead corpses bullets take chips out of the barriers, men are falling like flies screams of horror ring in my ears Blood rushing through my veins head bulging waiting to explode. The sweet sound of my Wife enters my head “I can’t do this” I though but I have to, for her.” A platoon of five of us are now slaloming down a steep hill face. “BOOM” shrapnel sprays me we must fly if we want to get to our rondevu point in time.
Bursting through the wooden walls in the rotting 1990 Honda Prelude it had woken. “Alright Cam we need a clear getaway” I said. Screeching out onto the road suddenly a loud engine from behind revved into gear. The car chase was on. Speeding past cars we made it onto the open road. The Honda Prelude had a distinct speed disadvantage, but that didn’t matter it was about to show, it was about the drivers skill. All four wheels slide in a perfect u-turn we were heading straight on. Missing by inches we swerved past the car. “Ha, a clear getaway!”
Silence settled over the town after the dragon had unleashed its wrath and thunder just moments before. The orange flames danced in the night sky. Hundreds of civilians walked or swam out unscathed, only in what they were wearing. Most of the children in pyjamas. Days and days of lengthy trudging lead to a close by mountain, where the people set up camp. They did not know how long they would inhabit the mountain for. As life started up again, groups were formed. Some leaving for their own life not underneath the control of others. Likely to end up dead.
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