Free to Lie in Chains_Aspen And S.K.Y_Messy sketchbook_Written in the realms
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Free to Lie in Chains
“Where should I start?” he asked, laughing bitterly. “Benedict, whywww.onedoor.cc not start with the truth for once?” pleaded Rose. There was a long, agonized silence as Benedict stared sullenly outside at the pouring rain and flashes of lightning followed by fierce rumbles of thunder. Rose shuddered and huddled against him as the cold, biting wind drove icy sheets of rain into the rocky shelter they had fled to when the sudden squall had sprung upon them. “If only…” Benedict murmured. Then looking down at her shivering, vulnerable form pressed against his, he relented. “Very well,” he sighed. “I loved ...
Aspen And S.K.Y
“Crap!” I screamed I was beyond frustrated. I have been working on my science project for the last 3 months. I want to create a piece of technology that no one has ever seen before. Of course that's going to be hard because it's 2063, and almost everything is technology. I'm trying to create a robot that has human feelings. In history, over 22 groups have tried, but i'm going to be the first to ever actually do it. My name is Aspen Kaft, I'm 14 years old. i'm tall and I have dark brown hair. I'm only a freshman, but I've been taking college science classes for the last 2 years. I'm almost do...
Messy sketchbook
It’s Monday morning. In times like this, I tend to understand where the stereotypical Monday-morning mood comes from. After having finished a box of chocolate cereal before school—which I have started regretting—my belly and my palms feel nice and warm inside the huge pocket of my oversized black sweatshirt. I am comfortably sitting at the back of the classroom, when the happy-go-lucky art teacher comes in. “Good morning, everyone!” she screams in that piercing tone that makes my poor ears tingle. “Let’s take our sketchbooks and have an outdoor lesson today. Spring is here, the birds are singi...
Written in the realms
The pull, there it is again. Even the depths of the seas can’t save me and I feel someone trying to take me away, my breath hindges, my protests useless and I get swiftly pulled away from the calmness of the bottom of the sea, where no man has ever set foot but me, but even with the millions of gallons of water on top of me I can’t hide away fromdestiny. I stop struggling and let the water carry me to the surface and within minute, I find myself snatched from the serenity of the still water and into the turmoil of the waves on top. There is crashing and breaking everywhere around me, the water...