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Pitch?Oh my god! Oh my god! I just had one of the most terrifying moments of my life! I do believe in Santa, Easter bunny, Sandman, Tooth fairy, Jack Frost and... the boogeyman! If you have read my Jack FrostXReader fanfiction, Winter Angel, then you know that I grew up with Jack Frost as a childhood friend. But, my beliefs have finally caused me misery...
I told you all that I woke up early on Easter morning and finished writing chapter five of Winter Angel. What I didn't tell you guys is that I woke up early because I woke up every hour on Easter morning because of nightmares. After waking up about six different times, I just said the heck with sleeping and began to write. I figured Pitch wasn't planning on letting me get any good sleep, so I made myself productive.
At the time, I figured it was just him targeting me at random, but... Earlier today, I got home from school, and did my normal routine. I sat down at my computer and logged on to Deviantart while writing my fanfiction. I stoppe
True GuardiansI watched the news coverage for the massive tornado that hit Oklahoma today. Specifically, the city of Moore. I watched the entire almost-40-minute-long storm as it ravaged the town, mowing over houses, schools, hospitals, throwing them up into the air alongside people's possessions as if they were nothing more than insignificant pieces of dust in the wind. I was numb the whole time. And I watched as it roped out, dissipating so quickly that the suddenness of its departure left me in pure shock. I mean, how could something that massive, that destructive just disappear in such a quick instant, as if saying "My work here is done" and just up and going, not bearing a single thought to what it has left behind?
And then came the images of the destruction that the storm left in its wake.
Category EF4. Up to 200mph winds. Possibly a category EF5 at times. The single most devastating tornado to have touched the ground recorded in human history.
Entire neighborhoods flattened to the ground, not
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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