IwNRtE: Stupid Rain by ScrittchScratch, literature
Literature
IwNRtE: Stupid Rain
"How long's it been?" the small, mangled child pondered in her head; trudging through the Emptiness in search of a shelter. With her fabric shredded so horribly- wires sticking out and frayed in places- and her body so weak, she needed to find sanctuary before she ended up passed out in the open.
"I miss you," she began to whine aloud. "I wanna go home." Nearly a week ago, she found herself alone; panic stricken cries of "Mommy? Where are you, Mommy?" had echoed from her voice box into the dead world around her, but there was no response.
And now, as the day was fleeting into the night, she still felt that same feeling of horror as when she
It was Never Really the End by ScrittchScratch, literature
Literature
It was Never Really the End
When his life ended, it did not end with a bang. It wasn't painful; there was no emotion. It did not end in a whisper either; nor a sob or glee, gasp or cry. It ended in a somber "Goodbye"- a mentally transmitted message, that only his living slaves could hear and understand.
And with that small, bittersweet word, the massive child melted from the inside out and exploded into bits of hot metal;
but he didn't feel anything.
Everyone thought it was the end, that all the monsters were dead. They'd thought that once the B.R.A.I.N was slain, they would be safe. Oh, how they were wrong.
Along with such fantasies, they believed there had been on