Literature 1Entre o prédio, o parapeito e a noiteLiterature 1
Quando me aproximei do parapeito, senti uma leve brisa se chocar contra meu rosto molhado pelas lágrimas de pensamentos ruins, e por fim, uma epifania. O céu rugia, e a noite ocultava em sua escuridão minha angústia. Afinal, quem prestaria atenção a um mísero homem apoiado no parapeito de um prédio qualquer? Talvez alguma alma solitária ouvisse o eco de meus gritos desesperados, porém silenciosos, se o barulho que a chuva que começara naquele momento não abafasse o som agonizante da minha esperança, morrendo, c
One Way Out - Random fragment2... With a final blow, Atlas cut off the grotesque demon's head. It slowly fell backwards, and the head fell on top of Atlas' feet. The demon's left arm already started fading off existence and began regenerating on the headless demon's body, but the head wouldn't too soon fade. -Oh no, you're not coming back from that one, you stupid piece of deformed meat! Atlas could barely stand, as his left arm had been ripped off from his torso by the demon. The demon could still control his head, as it was the only part in its body which would not regenerate. The demon let out a laugh, and his body began rising from the burning floor.One Way Out - Random fragment2
One Way Out - Random fragment... Atlas stood only half-awake, a frozen wasteland before him. He felt no cold. He felt a strange warmth, from deep within, which he could not explain. Never had he felt that before. A feeling, mixed with strength and something else he could barely describe: He felt someone was hugging him. A strange feeling, that made him think of love, but there was no one there. His partners cought up with him, and standed beside him, staring at the frozen landscape, a snowstorm incoming. None of them could believe that was actually hell. All they heard about was the myths about "the burning hells", which now seemed very far from reality. AllOne Way Out - Random fragment
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