Condemnation of Thought
Every look that catches his glance, every whisper and rumor floating around his head, they only remind him of yesterday and tomorrow. A curse thirteen years strong since every birthday and forever, sits annoyingly in the back of Enders head. He finds it a burden, they think of it as idiocy, but tomorrow would make it a blessing.
Blurry flames encircled his world, the cry of his sister faintly ringing in the distance. Everything burned; everything fell to ashes that he o…
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Posted on May 10, 2009 at 10:41pm —