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Valcon Sky Scene 3I tried this in a different format. Heh. I hope it's decent, in the least! If not, then I'm hoping to obtain a bit of help in making it better.
"They, too, yearn for a feast" echoed a voice from the darkness. "Much like myself, and more-so you."
The room was cast into shadow, it's emptiness forging a facade of a great and expansive room. It had been the smallest room available, yet because it lacked all of the regular appliances one would search for in such a place, it became much more void and spacious. A bed to one wall, a table to the other--it appeared a place only he with the lowest of earnings could afford. This was being generous.
The only light entering the room did so through two objects: The door (positioned near the back wall) and the window (to the opposite wall, straight ahead). Leaking through the small space near the bottom of the door spilled minuscule shards of light, and through the window peeked vertical bars.
There was a single window, and nothing more. However, bec
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Scene 1: The Dream
Young boy: "I'm home , mom..." The young, brown haired boy slowly opened the front door to his home and made his way inside. He tapped his dirty shoes against the matt at his feet and then kicked off his sneakers, taking a glance around. It seemed to be a tad quiet, and no one was responding to his statement. "Jacob had to go into town with his parents..." he trailed off, seemingly speaking to the walls surrounding him. "Dad...?" he asked, peeking his head into the living room, only to see the light of the TV illuminating the sofa and arm chair. There was...no one. He became a small bit paranoid after this incident, and shot his head around in a frantic manner. "Hello!" He yelled, standing in that one position, awaiting an answer. When there was none, his mind became a jumbled mess of worried thoughts.
He was the kind of boy who would worry about everything, and come up with the most ridiculous assumptions one could ever
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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