"What are you doing to her?!" He screamed, thrashing against his chains. The cold, hard metal ripped the delicate skin on his wrists, but he didn't care. His captor laughed, "They put her in the flood chamber; she will drown within the hour."
writing prompt: Pick a year, pick a disaster, now write about the aftermath using this picture.
(When they're no longer useful to the corp, usually when they're too sick to work or they're acting out too much. @ProfessorPigeon )
...."It wasn't that he was ready to die..he wasn't. but he had fought with everything inside his soul for longer than he could remember and he had no more strength to resist what he now knew to be inevitable..."
Its been one year now since you left me I shall take my balloon and sit in the rain and look so adorably pitiful that you'll have to come comfort me...
kintsugi - When things crack and break, it is repaired with gold, making the object more valuable than it was originally. What was at first thought as unworthy or unwanted is now precious.
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I flipped him to the ground, holding my knife against his neck. "Now tell me, are you one of them?" "For the hundredth time, you're perfectly safe. I am not one of them. Why don't you believe me?" "I don't believe anyone. But fine. Come with me." (Open RP Credit to: *enter name here*)