Function Of Life

Diary Of My Dreams

The End

There was the end of the world again. We had these bugs inside a loaf of bread. They seemed to get stronger and grow since we couldn't contain them anymore. They turned into a three headed caterpillar on the sowing table where grandma used to keep her fish. By then most of the people were infected anyway, so we went down to the lake. There was a big tower hotel along the path. We brought some drinks and decided to watch the end of it all from there. I remember a dream when we ran from the flood to the very same place, but back then it was a dam made of ice. And there were all these people I haven't seen in a lifetime.

posted by: orlandomarie at 17:50 | link | comments (2) |

#1  22 September 2008 - 01:33

 

great story dude!

Anonymous

#2  24 September 2008 - 02:39

 

That made me lean forward and read in a pure way.

Anonymous