The Earth Is Dead I watched the clouds roll slowly across the summer sky. I saw a rabbit, a flower, a cat and a bee in the fluffy floating candy floss pillows. But these things didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered any more. No matter how beautiful the world disguised its self it was dead. Not dying or growing sick. Dead, full stop. I took a harsh rasping breath and lay down. I was the last one. The grass I lay on was plastic and the tree giving me shade was cardboard. I was the last living thing on this planet, not for long, but still the last. Even nature itself had dwindled of into nothingness. The air is no longer clean and it hasn't been for just over a year now. Each breath contains chemicals and carbon dioxide. One gulp of it can send you on a coughing fit that could last from a few seconds to ten minutes. The earth will soon also die of into to nothing more then a big deserted rock. I looked back up at the grey, stormy sky and let my soul free.

Goodbye. Hey everyone who's ever followed me or who I followed. I would just like to say thank you to everyone and that Opuss has helped me with my writing a lot. I am going to miss our little Opussian family. Thank you everyone and goodbye!

Real? The sky is blue, The grass is green, But what does #life, Really mean? I know my name, But am I real?, Is this just me, And how I feel? Am I sleeping?, Am I dead?, Is everything, Inside my head? Did those people, Really die? Is sadness really, Why I cry? Have I lived, A #life before?, And when I die, Is there more? Are my friends, Alive and real?, Can we hear?, Can we feel? That's my question, I want to know, Are we here?, And can we go?

The Mysterious Box The#moonwas full and I could hear the whisper of the wind in the dark unknown world of the night. I checked my watch, 11:59, one minute to midnight. I couldn't sleep. I was lying in my bed staring at the ceiling and trying, in vain, to get some rest. But my brain wouldn't stand for it. My legs just had to move. So I silently slipped out of bed and tip-toed towards the door. As my hand wrapped around the cold, round, door handle I glimpsed something through the crack in my curtain. Something that made me stop and think. Something that made me wonder if I was really awake at all. I left the dark corner of my room and walked towards the now glowing window. I threw back the curtains and saw a bright blue haze floating just in front of the tree beside my window. Forgetting everything I was told I opened the window and carefully climbed out on to the arching branches towards the box shaped light. When I was close enough I reached out and gently touched a corner of the bright haze. Suddenly a burst of light shot out and almost blinded me. When the light faded I looked up and found a mysterious white box in place of the blue haze. Looking around I gasped, everything was gone, everything. I was locked in here, there were no windows, no doors, no nothing! I was locked in a big white box, for ever. The End!

Ranks are so frustrating! Every time I look at mine it's always gone higher and I just think; "Im posting, people are liking, I've got more followers, what am I not doing? Why does my rank keep growing? Why is there a rank? Why do other opussians have a better rank then me and have half the amount of followers as I do or half the amount of posts? I know that everyone with a great rank have deserved it but I just don't know how to get a better rank myself. One day I was in the 400 area the next I'm in the 800s. Ah well. Happy New Year to everyone!