Friday, May 16, 2008

Vanity Plate Harry Potter

Chapter 4 - Epilogue

He stood on the driveway. The air outside was completely changed. No longer fresh nor clear. A kind of widespread haze made it even more surreal landscape that increasingly absurdly quiet.
He realized that there was no breeze, no birds in flight, no yelps of dogs in the country. None. No damn noise.
Indeed yes.
Now.
A dark and distant sound. Then again that damned ringing through your ears. Instinctively took his head in his hands. The near Fort ears.
The buzz grew, along with the pain. She could not stand.
Fatigue was calling him to surrender, taking over his will.
suddenly had to look up. Eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Flickers like a big colored LEDs were made off through the dense mist, showing a kind of twisting motion that the hypnotized. A beam
cylindrical light from above, suddenly struck him. He did not move. Could neither wanted to move anymore.
Fermo, straight back with your arms hanging at your sides and expected liabilities. Then
levitated. Slowly. Inexorably. Without reacting.
was sucked through the beam towards the circle of flashing lights that marked the dark opening round. It seemed the entrance to a huge, monstrous, alien means of transport. It was gobbled up while the opening is closed under his feet.
He found himself in the belly of the gigantic spaceship horrible, made of sheet copper. He heard a rattle
left. He felt a thrill of infinite terror behind his back, despite the sweltering heat. He knew he could not do anything. They do not want to do anything.
Then he saw.
saw the wire ropes. Hundreds of shrieking metal cables that fuoriscivano walls.
And the helpless bodies. Hundreds of bodies of unarmed civilians. Standing, sitting, lying.
bodies of flesh and metal.
of metal and flesh.
He tried to smile. It was invaded by a kind of peaceful bitterness.
He understood at that time, he was not going again.
He was, simply , succeeding.
= END =

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