

The end of a storyThe man ran down the long passage. Shell and Michael were almost safe, almost. He had to reach them before it was too late, before the space ship completely failed and destroyed everything he loved.The end of a story
Electricity shot across the paneled ceiling; dangerous and angry. He stumbled around the corner and stopped. He allowed relief to temporarily flood through him as he saw Shell braced against the wall, clutching Michael close to her chest, terrified but not crying. Not yet. "Shell." His voice almost spluttered, filled with urgency and adrenaline pumping through his veins so hard he could feel the pulse of each of his heartbe
It's Elvis, btw.
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Chromavision Photo
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"Let me lend a machete to your intellectual thicket." -- Captain Jack
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"Dude, what kind of Koolaid you drinkin'?" -- Dean, Supernatural
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"I come in a world of iron, to make a world of gold..."
Peter O' Toole--Don Quixote--The Man of LaMancha
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"Let me lend a machete to your intellectual thicket." -- Captain Jack
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"Dude, what kind of Koolaid you drinkin'?" -- Dean, Supernatural
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"I come in a world of iron, to make a world of gold..."
Peter O' Toole--Don Quixote--The Man of LaMancha
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"Let me lend a machete to your intellectual thicket." -- Captain Jack
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"Dude, what kind of Koolaid you drinkin'?" -- Dean, Supernatural
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Chromavision Photo
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"I have Leonardo Da Vinci's PANTS."
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