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A man, he stands strong and tall but inside he crumples and cries for help that he'll never receive. His smile once so bright and full, it may now look the same from a far but when you dig a little deeper you can see the sorrow in those fading smile lines and the slight downfall at either end of his lips.

He tightens his eyelids together as if to make what is so nightmarish in front of him drift away just as his hope did. When he opens his eyes once again the rubble in front of him hasn't formed back into a house or any structure at all for that matter. He takes steady, suspicious and slow steps towards the mess in front of him. As his camouflage uniform tears and frays due to the broken wreck he's stepping over.

He's scared to find what could break him the most. He's scared to find something so perfectly in tact that it seems like nothing has changed even though so much has. Even though he prays and begs he won't find what he fears his luck manages to get worse. His son's room. With a bed still made neatly topped off with his son's favorite teddy rested against the pillow. It's like he hasn't come home to absolute disaster and maybe not everything has been destroyed. But it has and that's reality.

He falls to his knees as memories of his now gone family roll from his eye down onto his cheek. His head lays droopy and his legs go numb. He is sick and sad a terrible combination. The abandoned town now in rubbles is no hope for him. He's stuck in a nightmare that never ends. An endless loop of depression. That's when the decision becomes so clear it seems as if it should have never been doubted. There is nothing left for this poor man, he has nobody.

He lays on his back and rests his hands lightly over his lower stomach. If one shall find him drowning in the heat maybe they will make an impact on the future but it's hard to know just what the future may hold. Especially for the broken soul of a man in an endless sleep.

Isabelle woke up sweating with tears running down her face. She didn't want to think back to the dream she had just had. What did it mean? The same dream had reoccurred for a week. Surely that wasn't normal. Isabelle thought back to the start of the dream. When she ran away from home.

Her old creaking house that looked nothing like the one she lived in out of her dreams was just out of her sight. Her bags grew heavy on her shoulders as she ran further and further away. She was remote. Nobody else around to take her in and deal with her antics. The only place relatively close was the abandoned school. She couldn't stay there though. It was haunted. So she ran into the forest.

It was night. The trees formed shadows that looked like figures. Isabelle felt like they were staring at her. It felt like something was following her. Hiding behind the trees so it wouldn't be seen. Lurking in the bushes. Crawling on all fours even though it could stand.

She ran faster as the feeling got worse. The trees started to dip down, low enough to touch the tip of her head. The world was caving in and getting smaller. Everything was about to squash her but she tumbled. She kept going till reaching a dead end.

There was nowhere to go and nobody that could help. She crumpled onto the floor and cried. The feeling of somebody following was worse and she had let it catch up. Isabelle didn't want to look up but she felt like she had to. So she did. The creature ran straight towards her like a movie jump-scare. Its face right up in hers. Crawling on all fours in the darkness around her.

That was the furthest she had ever gotten before waking up. Isabelle looked down at her hand and her room and took a shallow breath. It was a reminder that it was just a dream. That nothing would hurt her. Still she wept and shook until the dawning sky told her it was time to get up.

Everyone gathered as the sergeant fell. He was the last one standing. Now they had no commanders and would have to find a new one. Everybody looked down at him with faces full of sorrow. He shut his eyes and gulped in his final breath of air.

The foes cheered when they saw what happened and they launched at an easy opportunity. Bullets fired and gunshots ringed through brains as dozens of soldiers fell. Like dominoes, one after the other. Except for a small group of men.

Only they werent men. They were sixteen and afraid. They acted brave until now. They hid behind anything they could find as their partners fell. One teenager stood. Gun readied in position of a enemy. He knew if he fired his hiding place was gone but what was one more man to thirty odd?

He made sure it was pointing outwards and not towards him. One last exhale of the bitter air surrounding him. A bang sounded and he knew it was his. His mind worked fast. Faster than he could comprehend. The shot was done and foes turned their heads towards him. Was this the end? Had he just stupidly given his life away?

Yes, he had. Men scoured over towards him like hungry wolves. They ran in a group knowing he couldn't kill them all. A dozen guns were pointed at him. He stood still waiting patiently for the pain but none occurred. Because it happened too fast. The pain didn't get time to set in before he saw the light of day one last time.

It's so cool that we can just get a book and read it. We all know a language that we can read it in. It's just paper with words but they each literally tell a different story.

Authors get to write down whatever they want and people could love it. They are allowed to write down whatever comes to their head. Any genre any story.

There are so many genres and types of books that people read yet most readers have a favorite. Different authors pick a different genre to write because they most likely have a favorite.

There are romance, action, fantasy, war, comics and so much more which makes it so much better. We aren't stuck with reading or writing about one thing we have a big variety.

Authors also don't have to just write about real things because we have fiction and non-fiction!

Books are pretty fascinating and the way they are written by authors are too.

Currently we are transitioning from summer to winter and it is so weird. One week it will be really hot and you always have cold water next to you but the next week you need to rug up on the couch and drink a hot chocolate.

It is getting cold and it is really frustrating. I only have summer clothes out at the moment and I have no long pants. Summer is my favourite season. When you go to the beach and can hear the crashing waves and feel the salty wind. The hot sand that you have to run across and the bad sunburn that you find when you shower all the sand off at the end of the day.

But in winter. It can be great! Its just not for me. My sister on the other hand loves it. The cold wind when you walk outside and the sound of rain as you fall asleep. Running when you have to go outside so you dont get wet or dancing in the rain. Waking up early and watching the lightning light up the dark sky. The thunder rumbling as you snuggle up in a blanket and put your hans over the fire. Covering your ears in beanies and wearing gloves when you walk outside.

The change of season might be great actually. Just not for everyone. Summer and Winter both have their pros and cons but depending on who you are you might love the cold or hot. Its weird transitioning through seasons but.... change is good!

I was just thinking in my bed and this has been on my mind a bit but bees are so chill compared to wasps. Wasps even LOOK more aggressive and less fluffy and fat?

Like, Bees will come up to you and will maybe scare you at first but they don't really hang around one person or follow you. They are pretty chill and they don't really care but WASPS.

Wasps have no mercy. The moment they lay their big black eyes on you, you are done. You're done. You have a 6% chance of survival. They will approach you and follow you and you just have to wait till it either decides that you aren't worthy of their pain or they inflicting pain on you. I'm not even lying one day me and my family were sitting outside eating dinner and it had a salad. You know those bread/crouton things I don't know what its called. A wasp came up to us and TOOK A MASSIVE ONE. Why? They will achieve world domination soon.