Email Fool's Day_I Walk Among Them_A Flower's Escape_Circa 1992
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Email Fool's Day
He was excited to find 150 new emails in his inbox. He was about ready to give up on his dream of blogging but when he openewww.onedoor.ccd his inbox this morning, all it showed him was that his patience had finally paid off. Some of them were spam, but he was used to that. He deleted those right away. That still left a good 75 to 100 emails left over to review and see what the heck was going on. Why did it take 6 months for him to receive 150 emails total let alone all in one day? He thought to himself. Before he reviewed all the emails he decided to go into his analytics to see where people went and what...
I Walk Among Them
I Walk Among Them I walk among them, but I am not one of them. I look as they do and, within reason, can imitate them, but I will never be one of them. Am I superior to them? Maybe, in some ways, I suppose I am. I am a being of another kind; I was not born from another. I was created. Shop built might be a better term. My Creator Dr. Weitz was in the business of creating and perfecting Android technology. I suppose he was brilliant for a human. Smarter, more intelligent than others of his species. In his lifetime, he built many, sort of like me. Those others were not refined to the level tha...
A Flower's Escape
The wooden wagon jostled down the route away from my parents' cold stark castle. My butler laid next to me in a hidden compartment in the wagon. The wagon jolted to a sudden halt, and I scowled as I hit my head. My dark red hair cushioned the pain, but unfortunately that did not apply to my butler friend. Bright sunlight flooded in as the trap door was opened. A friendly old man with a glint in his blue eyes waved us out. We were surrounded by tall twisted trees with falling blue blossoms. The birds chirped cheerfully as he pulled me out. My butler crawled out and and sighed with reli...
Circa 1992
Circa 1992 Cassidy found herself sitting on a couch at a house party somewhere on Staten Island. The room was filled with cheap cannabis, even cheaper furniture and cigarette smoke. Sandwiched between two half-baked stoners, her mood began to spiral as the clock ticked. She didn’t want to be there. This wasn’t how she wanted to spend her night. But when you’re the best friend of a chick who’s fucking a drug dealer, compromises are inevitable.Michaela and Cassidy met Tommy at a club. They were looking for their regular drug dealer, but he was nowhere to be found. Tommy was a friend of a friend ...