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Well might as well get the boring intro out first, hi, my name is Tomora. I live with my younger sis Koro. Shes really shy, and I the more outspoken of the two, or so Im told I am writing this for on of my teachers, hes kinda creepy maybe I shouldnt writ that in here um I forgot how to delete stuff on this old thing um just ignore that last part ;) Well I live a fairly normal life,


Chapter 5 read descriptionDays later I begin to feel the warmth come back. I walk on. Cold. Hungry. Not knowing why. The longing of the night is still there. The sky beckons again and again. I have almost lost the little one. I made it cold. As punishment I would not try that again. Her heart already stopped and one of the boxes she was carrying started it twice before. But an icon showed that was the last it had. I wandered around some more and found a small outcropping in the side of a large ruined building. I think that is what they would live in, in the past. I used the building to keep the snow off of us. The storms wouldnt come again for a while. The windChapter 5 read description


Chapter 4 read descriptionI walk on and on. The nights are dangerous. They get cold and all the dark ones come out. I light my own path as I walk through the snow. The light flickers and fades as my fire is blown in the winds of yet another storm. My companion has yet to awaken. I know she is still alive. The thumping from her chest tells me so. I stumble on something, but I catch my-self quickly.Chapter 4 read description
I look back to see what I tripped on. Another relic of old. A small piece of gray jagged rock juts out of the ground. Rusted metal bars stick out of the rock. The harvesters break the rocks and take the metal and forge it down into keys or weapons. To whom ever else m


Chapter 3 read descriptionI continue on for miles, never getting cold, hungry, or tired. Unlike the harvesters. I am sorry, I am being vague. My history is all but forgotten. All I know is what I am, and what they are, are two different things. I think What do I look like? I wear nothing but some old baggy pants that have many unused pockets, and a blue sweater that has a zipper at the top, it too has unused pockets. The neck of the sweater is tall enough to hide my mouth and nose. It also has two long cuts down the back. On my right arm, a thick covering of rock like spikes grows out, a color that is off white, a brown color. I have on my back a winChapter 3 read description
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That makes me feel a thousand times better. <3
Thankies babe. :3
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Begin at the beginning until you come to the end, then stop.
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sorry for my bad english
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Same guys who sang, " Take Me Out".
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All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.
-Bill (The Sun Also Rises)
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