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Wondering without Thought A body laid limp still bound to an operation table their organs exposed; face frozen in a scream. SnakeHead sat on the floor allowing the corpses fingers to brush against his feathered head mumbling to himself incoherent words. He had stopped operating once the heart died but the orders kept screaming through his veins. Long gray feathery hands suspended in the air making swift cutting motions. SnakeHead tried his best to reason with his possessed fingers but they kept working. The pain from his fore-arm was so great from not obeying that the room began to dim. His blood soaked clothes began to feel more comfortable then anything he had everWondering without Thought by ~GreenAngel2
ties between thought + action One would think that thinking would have more to do with what you do. Yet you can think one thing and do absolutely nothing and you can do something without thinking anything at all…ties between thought + action by ~GreenAngel2
SnakeHead was pondering again and not the kind of thoughts that cause action just the ones you spend hours on and can't quit remember in the morning.
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Thinking is one of those activities Rude has trouble participating in this however is a concept Cole has trouble grasping.
"Okay Rude, this is easy just sit there and stay quit until I say so and you w
Cole's Story Part 3 Silence was infinite. He turned a corner as walls a spotless white emanated chemical cleanliness. Pa thump pa thump pa thump pulsed in his ears. He didn't know what to make of the scene in front of him; the pounding finally reached its peak. The young man with feathers driven into his pores and blood flooding away from the now empty eye sockets was him.Cole's Story Part 3 by ~GreenAngel2
SnakeHead woke with a start curled up in his desk chair. The frantic superior quickly sat up and pressed his long finger nailed hand over his spasm ridden heart. His round raven black eyes glistened with fear in a body do
Cole's Story 2 SHORTER xxxxCole's Story 2 SHORTER by ~GreenAngel2
Cole Furrier leaned back straining the legs of the chair he sat in. His head and coat hood leaned back with it; showing his so rarely seen eyes. The once clean face Cole processed had morphed; flesh thoroughly licked by flames wrapped around his skull. Messenger Austin sat next to him, fairing better in the heat for the single reason of wearing less clothing. Austin usually wearing a long coat was shirtless and sweating, cards in his hand. The pair was trying to pass the time by in the overly heated room.
"Captain, I don't think Seth is coming back…," Austin Zimmerman muttered trying to hide his exasperation at Cole's int
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"We await his death of natural cause: sickness, old age, arrow to the head, you know the sort..."
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" i could feel it the way you can feel the wind across your face. Invisible,but certain. Sure as the blood in your veins" - Green Angel by Alice Hoffman
~NevilleRocksClub
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"We await his death of natural cause: sickness, old age, arrow to the head, you know the sort..."
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" i could feel it the way you can feel the wind across your face. Invisible,but certain. Sure as the blood in your veins" - Green Angel by Alice Hoffman
~NevilleRocksClub