survival-story

For the briefest of instants, a miles-wide hole appeared from the middle of the Earth to the top of the sky. The Moho rang like a tuning fork in harmonic response to the billion megaton impact. Seismic waves propagated in all directions, some dampening as normal, others amplified harmonically as Earth__ interior quivered like a bowl of pudding. Seismometers spiked wildly, their needles bouncing back and forth like pin-balls.A billion megatons exploded outward from the depths of the quivering Moho blasting a crater eighty-five miles in diameter and spewing billions of tons of superheated rock twelve hundred miles into space. In the blink of an eye the Earth grew a tail, as a mushroom cloud visible from Mars formed and spread, black as the Devil's eye.

Atheists are the most honest of the human race. These people are unable to live a double life; they are unable to lie to themselves. Of course it's an evolutionary handicap, and if that handicap was widespread, our species would run the risk of extinction

It must be one of life__ little jokes... how we take everything, even life itself, for granted. We waste our childhoods wishing for what we don__ have, longing for the future, dreaming of ways to speed the time so we can hurry up and see the world. And in our later years, we__ give anything just to slow things down and go back to what we once had.

The future glory far outweigh the present troubles.

Endurance of life problems, spirit of survival.

It feels so good to find out I mean everything to the person who means everything to me.

For many years eagerly thought by your enemy to destroying your life, it's all one second of mastery for you to save your life from his deadly plans, for you to survive.

A girl about her own age reached out and took hold of her hand. The girl was tall and thin. She had long black hair streaked with red, and the whites of her green eyes stood out against the black coal dust that covered her face. Her blue and white dress hung in tatters, and was blackened by coal dust and smeared with blood. The girl smiled and Rosie could see that in her other hand she was holding her red umbrella.

I__ thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we__e free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other _ you and me.

I used to think a drug addict was someone who lived on the far edges of society. Wild-eyed, shaven-headed and living in a filthy squat.That was until I became one...

Tomorrow is promised to no one so live your life fully everyday.

A politician is a man in his natural state

Never apologize for how you chose to survive.

All of the wars in the world are fueled by power struggles either at individual, national or international levels

Wood burns. Roots nourish. Branches shelter. Leaves heal._ The words had become her mantra, her way of reigniting her courage when it started to falter. My life depends on a tree, she thought wryly as she cinched her pack.

They only let us live in millions for the sake of the economy. I don't know what will happen by the time they figure out how to run the economy without the people

Politicians are a higher breed of men. They know that this world is ruthless and that they must live accordingly to cope with it

Only the strong will remain, all the weak will be consumed by fire