creative writeing week 7/8

 

 

Thump. Thump.

The ground shook under the weight of the gigantic titan. The size of the titan defied physics when it had waded through the deepest, darkest parts of the ocean, the deep waters only reached its waist. It was a creature built from the ground up of 1000s of years of work, a walking hunk of rusty gears and flickering lights , and large smokestacks.As it approached the shore, the sea spilled everywhere creating a tsunami from its rusty-plated shoulders. Its back was a chaotic sprawl of factories, heavy pipes, scaffolding that towered above the clouds. A metallic grin was etched into its massive head, its eyes glowing faintly with the heat of the furnaces within its chest.But the earth was not meant to bear such a weight.As the titan pulled itself from the safety of the sea, the ground groaned. Gravity, a powerful force that was suppressed by the ocean, now became a huge problem. On land the titan was forced to crawl. It could not stand; its own gigantic mass would have destroyed its rusty legs and driven its feet straight the earth. Instead, it dragged itself forward on its hands and knees, Its rusted fingers each the size of a mountain range Gouged deep, canyons into the soil. With every, movement, millions of tons of earth were moved. Black smoke poured from the hundreds of chimneys on its back, clouding the sky in a darkness, as the mechanical beast continued its slow, crawl across the world. On top of the titan you wouldn`t even notice you where on a titan you would just think it was a normal planet. Every step was an earthquake for the people above but time moved slower there. An earthquake would only happen about every year in the people aboves time. They were known as the people above because of course they lived on a tall titan and they were very smart.

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