First off, to those of toi that know me, I haven't posté at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of toi that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of toi not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly par the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If toi guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether ou not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK
Your cœur, coeur is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing par you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
toi are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times toi told everything-
It was a lie, I l’amour toi became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. toi probably cannot déplacer away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing par you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
toi are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times toi told everything-
It was a lie, I l’amour toi became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. toi probably cannot déplacer away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.