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o1. Garbage

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Published: Jun 30, 2010

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_{The place was nothing short of a bloody pigsty. Things had been strewn about carelessly this way and that, with little regard - if any - as to where the item ended up, or what, in turn, was smothered. Amongst the collected debris was a small figure. A petite lump of trembling orange cloth. A sudden shift in the pile caused a jolt to streak through the thin, wiry frame, and amidst the masses, a young boy bolted up straight, looking as stiff as a lamp post. Bright eyes reflected what little light there was to be found, there in the junk yard. The coruscation flittered along unseeing eyes, danced on the waves of shadow before the darkness devoured it.

A soft whimper escaped pursed, chapped lips as the small male attempted to snuggle himself back down into the garbage pile. He didn't know if he should be fearing the intruder, or chasing it away from what little shelter he could find. He decided simply to wait it out when another shift sent a trash can lid sailing down the side of the mountain, off to his left. This time a yelp fought from his throat, and even if he couldn't see what was there, and even if he didn't know what he should be prepared to find, his tiny hand fumbled, shaking, for something - anything.

His bony, pale fingers clasped onto something cold, and damp and hard. As long as it might protect him. He brought it closer to his bantam frame, and he could almost smell the rust as it ate away at what used to be a metal bat. But he had to keep it close. Close ...

Scuttling feet of a small animal - and it took him a moment to realize that the sound was familiar. That it was just a dog, or a small raccoon. Heart hammering in his chest, threatening to leap into his pharynx and spill out of his mouth, he sunk deeper into the mold - choked pillows, enveloped with some pieces of black plastic from garbage bags he'd found, and closed his eyes to try and get some sleep ...}

Something I wrote for a group on Neopets. The word was garbage.

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Baka-Monkey64

Jul 8, 2010

Lawls.
I like that you described his heart leaping into his Pharynx and then out his mouth instead of just his throat xD
It reminded me of a novel I read once, where they had to run from these things that would chase them down and what not. I don't know why.
But it was interesting C:
~<3
Haha, I jizzed on joo ;D

o1. Garbage

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