Baulder
The boy looked up now, hearing the rattling of claws upon roof tiles. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his face scrunched up, as if about to sneeze. He cried out, asking someone, anyone, to help him. But it was hopeless, he was the center of the demon onslaught. His scream echoed on for about a minute, hanging in the wind like a mere memory, and then died, just as he did.
I'm sorry, but, I can't help but get tears welling up in my eyes every time I read that... Out of all my posts I have ever made, this one is the one that I feel is the most memorable.
And thus, I make a journal entry In honor of it.
I salute.
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