Walker stared deeply into the landscape, his eyes did not move, almost as if he was not seeing what was in front of him. His bodily movements, did not quite match the natural flow of a regular, and his mouth slightly open, but did not speak.
“Walker?” Isabella held out her hand to give him an assuring tap on the back, but she was not quick enough. “Walker?!” His head now lay on the concrete ground, his eyes still open.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Walker stared deeply into the landscape, his eyes did not move, almost as if he was not seeing what was in front of him. His bodily movements, did not quite match the natural flow of a regular, and his mouth slightly open, but did not speak.
“Walker?” Isabella held out her hand to give him an assuring tap on the back, but she was not quick enough. “Walker?!” His head now lay on the concrete ground, his eyes still open.