Okay. My entry sucks. Horribly. I might as well die in shame right now. >*<
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The Way of Nature
I am a tree.
I stretch out my branches with determination, knowing that the decades-long struggle to reach the sunlight and eliminate my neighbors has begun. Success would insure space for my offspring, many of which I would willingly and merrily eradicate with my shade.
I, too, am a murderer.
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His head breaks the surface for the briefest of moments, but before he has time to draw a breath, he is forced beneath the churning waves again. The water throws his body from side to side, until his resistance weakens, and then fails entirely.
I crackle, cackling wildly as I rest upon my powerful pedestal, targeting my next victims. I pinpoint two terrified tiny twins, unleashing a beautiful blue bolt with white tipped ends. It slowly slithers slyly down to the growing ground as it eagerly engulfs its victims.
I cackle, crackling wildy once more. I am the storm.
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Aeraie
I walk. As I walk, it starts. The sound. It fills me up and I can’t help but stop and listen. I hear the soft shake of the percussion around me, underneath me. And up high, I hear the melodies singing in the wind. The cacophony of sounds. The symphony.