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The Legion, Part 1Ari lugged the large tent kit through the dead brown leaves that littered the forest floor, pausing to reposition the pole under her arm. She frowned in frustration. She would have to talk to Badger about his methods of teaching Frost and Fortress tent packing. She walked forward a few more steps, but stopped as the whole tent kit tumbled onto the ground. She dropped to the ground, grumbling as she began scraping the poles into the canvas cover. She folded it all up in a large bundle, and pulled it up into her arms. She began trudging through the woods, attempting to hold the bundle so that the poles wouldn't slip.
"Ari!" The cry startled Ari so much that she dropped her tent, sending the pieces flying once again. "What?!?!" she shouted, whirling around, her black hair flying into her eyes. Running towards her were two children, a boy and a girl, both wearing tattered clothes and carrying shotguns. "Ari, where are we supposed to be settin' up camp? 'Cause I thought we were supposed to
AriAri screamed in pain as the huge oak smashed down onto her body. She was on her back, her legs pinned painfully beneath the tree. No matter how she tried, Ari couldnt move. She braced her palms on the trunk of the tree, and pushed, attempting to free herself. She shrieked as the tree shifted slightly, pushing more on her legs. She tried to wriggle out again, but stopped as she heard loud, heavy footsteps approaching. She rapidly removed her over sized camouflage jacket and draped it over herself, praying the zombies would be too dumb to see her. She slowed her breathing, despite the pain in her legs, slowly creeping into her abdomen. She froze an held her breath as the footsteps stopped right next to her head.She silently lifted her jacket a tiny bit to peek out from under it. She nearly yelled when she saw a pair of legs, belonging to a zombie, just inches from her face. Very slowly, Ari lowered her jacket. She winced as the cloth rustled . Her heart pounded as the feet nex
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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