(Expalnaiton: wrote for part of contest. i actually kinda like this one. O_o)
the tattered remains lie in the trenches covered in filth and debris. the cold body is no where to be seen. the being is hollow. this whole world has been taken. it wanders past, to and fro, forever waiting for comfort. for a reason, a purpose, anything. nothing is ever found because there is nothing to find. there is only emptyness to annialate all. everything to love, disappear. disappear. 'disappear from here and you shall be free', she said. so he did. and now nothing lives, except the tattered remains.
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2/9/2010 1:01:38 PM. #.34# You Are Here:
the tattered remains by Wibble TheFisch