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Sleepy Seaside - Post 1Sleepy SeasideSleepy Seaside - Post 1 by little-bow-peep
by Miss Alice Mina (little-bow-peep)
“Another cloudy day at Sleepy Seaside… At least the sky is tolerable,” mumbled Lydia as she shoved the kickstand down with her boot. Some days she wished she could plummet off the cliff and join them all. But who was she kidding? None of them wanted her. Barbra and Adam vanished. Dad and Delia left. And Betelgeuse—he didn’t care about her anymore. Lydia was alone. In life and death. She straddled the shadows; they were her only companions now. Even Percy, her beloved cat, had abandoned her for her neighbors. Granted, Percy didn’t want to leave Lydia, but she had to give him up. Uncle Duane was allergic, and Chloe wouldn’t let Percy come, not even as an outdoor cat.
Sighing, Lydia chained her bike, slipped the key in her satchel, and picked up her books from the basket. She was doing well in all her classes accept Bible Study. She had better things to read. Some of the younger kids in s
The Last Hope Page 014THE LAST HOPE Page 014The Last Hope Page 014 by DarkOliver
Before continuing this arc, there is a smaller subplot. No more than a few lines or so. Somewhere located at a Cathedral, and at the highest point is where the subplot is. A shadow circles and checks a simple telescope. The shadow sighs and looks out at, what is known as, The Emptiness. This subplot ends now, and the main story is brought back with these three Stitchpunks.
The Ninth Stitchpunk finally spoke, it spoke for the first time.
9: .... I-I can't see... your faces...
10: *Gets out a match and lights it on 2's spoon helmet*
Illuminated. 2 and 10's faces were shown, somewhat similar to 9's. However, 2 had aged and appears more worn out. 10 appears more younger, but displays certain past injuries. 9 soon receives a headache.
An old man assisting a first-person scientist, and later being shot dead by a uniformed man. Another man, appears to be of American nationality, working on a secret weapon
The Last Hope Page 013THE LAST HOPE Page 013The Last Hope Page 013 by DarkOliver
Crash! Smash! Crash! Smash! The next thing that happened is Julius getting up after the thrashing Ferdinand gave him. The cruel man soon grabbed the old man and threw him to his table, that little rag doll he was working on soon flew into the trash can. Julius was panting, bleeding, and tearing.
Ferdinand: *Pulls him up and strangles him* This is all your fault!! You destroyed my country, my people, and me!! *Grips even more furiously*
Julius: Ack, ack... *Gasping for air* I.... I.... regret..... everything...
Ferdinand: THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING!! I'll make sure to eliminate you, NOW!! *Gets out a loaded pistol and presses the cold arm onto Julius' forehead*
Of course the next thing would be a bang and down goes the Scientist. A bloody display of the final days of humanity. But, that did not happen at all... No, it did not. That bang let out a flash of light, and suddenly...
Stitchpunk: *Wakes up in horror* !!! .......................
This rag dol
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