one of the many minds of the CHR_By My Word_Emerald Green memories._Speak
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one of the many minds of the CHR
He was approached by a massive grizzly bear, with a removable jar for a head. He could vaguely see a brain within it, encapsulated with a green translucent liquid, which kept the brain, buoyant in the center of the jar; almost like magic. Less visible was the seemingly chaotic connective miscellanea that attached its eyes and ears to brain. Which were protected and amplified. The jar itself could rotate 360 degrees, making it very hard to sneak up on it.There had been a mistake, his target was not, this monstrosity that stood before him. He had prepared for an augmented dog but this was no aug...
By My Word
Pink and orange streaks decorate the abnormally clear skies and drop below the lines of the city. Amber twirls a wisp of hair between her fingers and blows her bangs from her eyes. Mica runs the pads of his hands over rocks while focusing white-blue eyes on his companion.“You don’t have to stare, you know,” Amber says with a groan. Mica doesn’t take his eyes away, instead, he stares with all his might pouring his words into his gaze. Please, look at me. But Amber doesn’t. Not at the drop of his shoulders, or the heavy sigh that leaves his lips. Not even when his knees move ever so slightly aw...
Emerald Green memories.
Swww.onedoor.ccusan picked up the soft, emerald-green teddy bear, with the clover on the bottom of it’s feet, which had been her favourite for many years. She cuddled it tight, as she remembered her parents fondly. This teddy had belonged to her Irish Grandmother, who had left it to Susan’s Mother, and it was passed on to her. She was determined it was not going to be thrown in the bin, not while she was still alive!Susan’s daughter had made it clear, she didn’t want any “left-over ancient trash” as she called it.Her daughter was meticulous about what she kept in her house.The house was a “show-house” with...
Speak
“Speak now,” she hears a voice whisper. She uncrosses her legs and tugs at her hemline. She questions why she chose to wear this sundress. It is suddenly making her feel more exposed. The woman sitting across from her repeats a question, “Lucy, what made you decide to come see me today?” The woman speaks softly while somehow still exuding confidence. Her sleek, jet-black hair is pulled neatly into a bun, not giving away the length. She is stunning and looks elegant in a silk top that perfectly matches the summers clear blue sky. It is loosely tucked into a pair of pale gray trousers. Lucy read...