kiminodake

Year 1979 my power was rising with each passing day. I was starting to gain more and more followers. They were all loyal to me. They all loved me. I protected them from the light. They were safe with me. We worked in the shadows. Each and every day we Slaughtered more and more of light lovers. Lights dominance was coming to end. Or victory was only a question of time. The light was slowly dying. We had killed so many of them. I had killed so many of them. Year 1980 second of may." This day would go into the history as the day the war has officially ended. No more hiding my dark creatures. We are free. The light, is dead."- I was giving our vi

i. Does something have to exist to be real?    Lesedi liked the smell of grass. It wasn’t so much that the grass had a good smell. In fact, it was tangy and under other circumstances, unpleasant. She liked the smell of grass because the smell of grass to her wasn’t a smell—it was a place, and a memory, and a person, and a feeling.    The smell of grass was her backyard after her father mowed it, and it was the field at the park whenever she tripped and ended up face-down. It was walking to school on spring mornings, and it was the green after the rain. The smell of grass was running with her little brother Andile, throwin