Even though the machine was on its side, the lights were working, little green arrows beckoning Amber to put money in it. Before she could stop herself, she was putting in her dollar, getting her finger pricked, taking the card that it gave her.
Amber inhaled sharply as she read the five letter word. TRAIN.
So, there's this thing called Machine of Death. It's a story collection, and they're taking submissions for a second one--but only for a couple more days. I've thought about writing a story since the end of May, but I've been caught up in so many other things that I put it off until the last minute. I'm about halfway done... right now the story is about 1500 words. I plan to double that. But it's a race against time. I can't just sit around and not write anything anymore. If I'm serious about this, I need to book it.
Anyway... The last picture was definitely Shenra. Fifteen points for those who guessed correctly. :)
Now for a tough one. Who is this?