EMPIRE GRAMMATICA

Fakuza city december 24 2017
9:45 am.
The past....past?,yeah,the past times that have come....
kids,warm days and fond memories of things that used to be,seem all too distant. as we find ourselves looking upon the remains of what used to be here . . . .slowly trying to remember what use to be here. . . it is here off in the distance city,that the chard remain of human flesh are seen,burning,within the city. as the ashes of their remains slowly rises to clouds & then slowly rain down,softy moans of sorrow are heard echoing over all the bleak & desolate land.....It's winter that has sets in,with forgotten leaves & old trees covering the broken floor. the picture,blurs & fades away,a short while later darkness takes holds. then a white distance is seen stretching across the wide view wth Buildings begining to rise from the ground. A shadowy figure slowly appears in snowy distance. As the figure move closer, the curvature & womanly shapes is had start to appear. signaling the desolate ruins of passed times to,regress to lighter times. has the darkness takes holds once again. the fame shift we are hencely shown from the blue sky the womanly shadowy figure slowly moving out of sight. her foot prints softy telling us the story of a great struggle. has we continue to see foot prints on the ground,the images of the shadowy figure dissipates out of sight. now only the foot prints can be seen,but they too gradually start to fade away.then sudden as a silent behold us,the shadowy figure appears once again. this time all that can seen is a pair of dirty,worn,beat up brown boots. It must been the only thing that clovered well enought to keep her away from icy grip of the ground. but then as the ground thaws aways. the picture begins to moves up past the grim of old to the rich,deep black pant that cloaked the holster on right leg. this blackist seem endless,but it wasn't long before we pull out of this & found what was huging her so tightly;& lightly,& tightly it was,warm like the morning sun,it keep her. but this warth,only enought to keep her hands rubbing furiously up down the length of her arms. but only recently did she stop for second,it seem that something had fallen off. then frightenly,did she looked for what was lost. she bagan staffing right,then rapidly left looking high and low.but finally she had found what once lost to her. hinden among the high branchs of a tree,was what was once lost to her. quick she sprint towards the waving red beacon. but upon reaching the tree,she put hand to fore head & judged how high it really was. it was too high to just simply jump & grab it,& the tree branchs look too weak climb.

Fakuza city
December 24 2017 9:45 am:

The past... Past? Yes,the past days are now gone...

The kids playing outside, the warm days, and the fond memories of activities and events that used to take place; seems too distant due to the way it is now. As we find ourselves looking down on the remains of what used to exist here. Trying to remember what used to be here. It is on the distance city, where last of the remains of human flesh can be found burning within the city. As the ashes of their remains slowly rises to the clouds in the form of debris, they soon rain down on the lands. Soft moans and cries of sorrow echos over the bleak and desolate lands.

It's winter that has sets in. With the forgotten leaves and trees covering the broken floor; the picture blurs and fades away. Not long after that, darkness takes holds. Then a white distance is seen, stretched across the wide view with Buildings beginning to rise from the ground. A shadowy figure slowly rises to the snowy plains. As the figure moves closer and close; the curvature and womanly shapes starts to clear up to the scene.

Signaling the desolation ruins took place long ago, now regressing back to it's lighter times. Has the darkness takes holds once again? Yes, it did; the fame shift we are hence shown from the blue sky, the womanly shadowy figure walking out of sight. Her foot brisk and crispy footprints tells us the stories of great struggles. Have we continue to see foot prints on the ground; the images of the shadowy figure dissipates out of sight. Only the foot prints remained, but they too gradually faded away. Silent was now held; the shadowy figure soon appears again.

This time, all that could be seen were a pair of dirty, worn, beat up brown boots. It must have been the only layer of fabric that held itself together for her; thick enough to keep her away from icy grips of the ground. But then, as the ground thaws away, the picture begins to move up past the grim of old to the rich, deep black pant that cloaked the holster on right leg. It seemed endless, but it wasn't long before we pull out of this scene and find what was hugging her so tight and keeping her warm; as warm as the morning sun, her scarf (Note: I wrote "scarf" because you never really implied what kept her warm lol).

But this was not enough, it only had her desire her heat, making her hands rub her palms furiously up to the length of her arms. Only recently did she stop for a moment. It seemed as though something fall down. Frightened, she looked for what was lost. She began shifting her eyes to the right, then rapidly to the left, looking high and low. Finally, she found what was once lost to her. Hidden among the high branches of the tree, it rest; it felt as though it was looking down upon her. She sprints towards the waving red beacon quickly. Upon reaching the tree, she put her fingers before her forehead and stared to judge how high it really was.

It was way too high for her to just simply jump and grab it, the tree's branches seemed too weak for her climb as well.