Spotlight: Sweetheart (Great Flood pt3)
4 years ago
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“Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”
- Samuel Johnson
- Samuel Johnson
♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ "Something that floats! Something that floats!" Sweetheart repeated to herself as she ran.
She knew that it would be unlikely that she could find a place to shelter before being pummeled by the wave. It was already at her back. The only way they were going to survive was if she could find something to hang on to, to keep the sisters' heads above water.
Terribly, as she scanned the area, she could find nothing of buoyancy. Calico City was impeccably clean, so there was no litter strewn about. There was nothing out of place.
"A tree!" she thought, the idea jumping into her mind.
The trees that decorated the town were palm trees. They could bend and fold without snapping. The winds could beat upon them as furiously as they could, but they would never uproot them. If she could not find something to stay afloat, then finding something to serve as an anchor was her best bet. That was her final thought...
...before the wave caught up to its prey and bared its deadly teeth.
She knew that it would be unlikely that she could find a place to shelter before being pummeled by the wave. It was already at her back. The only way they were going to survive was if she could find something to hang on to, to keep the sisters' heads above water.
Terribly, as she scanned the area, she could find nothing of buoyancy. Calico City was impeccably clean, so there was no litter strewn about. There was nothing out of place.
"A tree!" she thought, the idea jumping into her mind.
The trees that decorated the town were palm trees. They could bend and fold without snapping. The winds could beat upon them as furiously as they could, but they would never uproot them. If she could not find something to stay afloat, then finding something to serve as an anchor was her best bet. That was her final thought...
...before the wave caught up to its prey and bared its deadly teeth.
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Well, more intense