ThePestiferousComedi

So I'm at school, avoiding writing up my finals by going on flightrising for memorabilia and the slight grinding satisfaction that comes from completed tasks. And what do you know they have a link to this site. just poppin back in for a spell I guess because I can't even remember the last time I was on this site!

I couldn't believe what was going on, the book.. where did it even come from? I had to think fast and somehow ended up here. I just narrowly escaped with my life dodging bad guys in corridors and all that, but how long ago was that? Hours? Weeks? Years..? This ordinary kitchen was truly anything but. The food here never runs out, but there is nothing else around. I tried to look outside, but beyond the doorway was nothing. Literally, with the exception of a brick wall, nothing. I shouted for hours but there's no one out there. Here, wherever here is, is where I am now. I don't think I'm on Earth anymore. or even in the same year I remember it

The sky fell down, millions of droplets reaching Earth yet it was not pure water that fell this time but saline, tears. The angels once human cried form above hoping one child, one elder, one person would taste their tears, feel their sorrow, feel again. It had been eons since the last human emotion was felt on Earth. They had been vanquished, eradicated like diseases. All that could help now, were tears of the deceased, those who felt now more than ever. Protected by a canopy of cloth and metallic strings, umbrellas. Under which no one feels, no one cries, laughs, or sings. Just works, only ever work. This is because by now, thats all there