2013-01-30, 10:42 AM
Ah'll write now, gals.
Chapter One: Lyra's POV
I had been walking through the sea of people, trying to get to this.... Metal bird. I had my furry coat on, my head down, and trudged through the crowd. I saw a sign, reading... "Plan 8"? No, Plan 3. I still can't read well. Ever since IT happened, I stopped learning 'bout reading and math. Did math help me catch dinner? Did reading help me prepare shelter?
Anyways, then there was loud booms and rubble sprayed everywhere; I got hit in the leg by a rock! I ran towards the door, not caring where it went, and ran to the plush seating and covered my head. I ran through survival lessons about forest fires, falling trees, electrical storms, all the basics. Even mud slides to be careful.
All the while, we were zooming away from the metal bird place, and I peeked put the window to see tons of people dashing out away from the building. I also saw, several miles away, the stumps of mountains gleaming purple-blue and the vines that slithered up the mountains. I sigh, and notice several other people here. My hood, I realized suddenly, had been thrown off as I had dashed onto the plane. I stood for a second, horriffied that my eyes had been shown, and flipped the hood on and turned away.
No one could see. No one. Not even Dracula's daughter! I started humming my favorite song, the one I played on the lyre. Hm hm hm, hm hm hmmmm. Hm hm hmmmmm. Hmhm hmmmmm, hmhm hmmmm- I stopped myself. The forests and wildernesses were being replaced by houses, houses being replaced by neighborhoods, which were replaced by a city. Spires of steel rose up, and white lights gleamed through rectangular holes in the buildings. What a wierd way to build a house.
I remained quiet the whole way, everyone else talking and working like a team. I don't need no team. I only need myself.
Chapter One: Lyra's POV
I had been walking through the sea of people, trying to get to this.... Metal bird. I had my furry coat on, my head down, and trudged through the crowd. I saw a sign, reading... "Plan 8"? No, Plan 3. I still can't read well. Ever since IT happened, I stopped learning 'bout reading and math. Did math help me catch dinner? Did reading help me prepare shelter?
Anyways, then there was loud booms and rubble sprayed everywhere; I got hit in the leg by a rock! I ran towards the door, not caring where it went, and ran to the plush seating and covered my head. I ran through survival lessons about forest fires, falling trees, electrical storms, all the basics. Even mud slides to be careful.
All the while, we were zooming away from the metal bird place, and I peeked put the window to see tons of people dashing out away from the building. I also saw, several miles away, the stumps of mountains gleaming purple-blue and the vines that slithered up the mountains. I sigh, and notice several other people here. My hood, I realized suddenly, had been thrown off as I had dashed onto the plane. I stood for a second, horriffied that my eyes had been shown, and flipped the hood on and turned away.
No one could see. No one. Not even Dracula's daughter! I started humming my favorite song, the one I played on the lyre. Hm hm hm, hm hm hmmmm. Hm hm hmmmmm. Hmhm hmmmmm, hmhm hmmmm- I stopped myself. The forests and wildernesses were being replaced by houses, houses being replaced by neighborhoods, which were replaced by a city. Spires of steel rose up, and white lights gleamed through rectangular holes in the buildings. What a wierd way to build a house.
I remained quiet the whole way, everyone else talking and working like a team. I don't need no team. I only need myself.
"We're not retreating, we're advancing in a different direction!" -Yogscast Lewis
Herro fwends. Love you <3
Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymore!
Herro fwends. Love you <3
Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymore!