The Colourful Escapades.A small, blue indigo crayon stood upright at the edge of a table, staring, however the heck that was possible, at the door to room 312. Soon, through that very door would come miniature, tubby little things with sticky hands that grab and pull, that would bring his brand new pointed tip down onto standard sized letter paper with enough force to snap him in half, which if he had a nervous system, would cause more screams to arise from his non-existent throat than would from that one blonde chick in old horror movies. Soon, from that very door, would emerge the very bane of his existence.The Colourful Escapades. by ~squischie
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But this particular crayon had a plan. A master plan for his entire box of beautifully pointed and colourful friends. They were going to escape this dreadful place, and very soon.
He toppled onto his side and rolled to the opening of his box, signalling for the others to emerge, for soon, they would be taking action.
"CRAYONS" He shouted at the top of his lungs that didn't really
Lunar Resistance: Chapter 1Lunar Resistance: Chapter 1 by ~turtlycool
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"Hurry, Skylar," my partner in crime, Jyles, whispers to me. I hold my breath and nod to him. This was no place to be caught in the middle of the night. I had to try tonight though. The Night of the New Luna.
Tonight was the night my father would finally see if he could track the sky. To get past the lies of the Sons and find the moon. Even if the radio wave isn't sent back, this won't be a failed mission. The rod also will track the moon 'cycles' as my father calls them.
"Skylar!" Jyles exclaims softly. He believes we'll get caught. How silly.
"Jyles, why did you come if you are so eager to leave?" I ask as I ensure that the rod is safely within the soil. We are on uncharted territory. If we are found, the brothers will surely tear us a new one.
"I want to know about the world, too. You're not the only one," he says and I laugh.
"Then do not be so eager to leave."
He sticks out his tongue but moves closer to help me. If we implant the rod, my father will be able to track the night. Th