A Game.
Open a document/journal/etc with your original writing.
Scroll/flip to your last page.
Reblog with your last line.I will never forget the day one of my closest friends died to save the world.
If she dared to look at him, she’d be looking into a pale reflection of herself.
“What ever gave you that idea?”
“And that’s why he let her go.”
As a matter of fact, the pros of this whole employment thing far outnumbered the two bothersome cons that had come to her attention.
Chrys dropped the flowers down on the table, “I saw them coming up the hill. Look.”
Emily bobs her head, a quiet and cheery “Mm-hm!” just audible.
Tube 3, with the highest concentration of salt solution, had no color change from the pale beige all other tubes started out as before incubation, and the lowest absorbance number of 3.03.
“Well, we’re hanging out now, aren’t we?”
“My cracked soul ‘released’ these desires. It took over, so to speak.”
“There were few who would blame the kidnappings as the work of the Skeleton Man.”
(via agithahime)
