Journey_SYDNEY, THE FRISBEE PLAYING DROID_One Shot_Tell Me A Story
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Journey
Journey:Somewhere in the Caribbean on the Island Jamaica is a girl named Adlyn and she doesn’t know it yet but she has some big things coming for her.Adlyn is a black young woman 18 years of age.She has been living in jamaica for her whole life and has always wanted to explore the world but she is always couped up in her room reading books about the world she wishes she could be in.A few weeks earlier Adlyn had applied for a Public Relations job in New York City without her parent's knowledge. Today is the 2 of February and this is when Adlyn gets her results.Adlyn would yawn and stretch wakin...
SYDNEY, THE FRISBEE PLAYING DROID
Lexi was a junk collector, by night, and a computer programmer by day, working remotely from her home. She would drive around her community gathering other peoples trash, that they put to the curb. She truly believed in the motto: one persons trash, is another's treasure. She was also an artist and creator. She had a workshop off of her garage, where she kept her "junk", to repurpose.She had boxes sorted out of wheels and bolts and everything in between, so they were easily accessible when she was working on a project. Anything she found, she would bring home and reduce it to it's simplest fo...
One Shot
HEYYOOO! It's been a while since I posted (notice what I said last time... and the time before that... *cringe*) but I'm back for now!!! It doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but this is the first chapter of the new novel I'm writing called One Shot. Tell me in the comments what you think, if you think I should continue writing it, and above all IF IT MAKES SENSE!!!!!Thanks, y'all, and just keep on livin' and lovin'!The walls are closing in on both sides, and all I can do is run. Run down the hallway that is getting thinner and thinner by the second and pray that I make it out alive. The light sh...
Tell Me A Story
“Grandma, tell me a story,” the little girl pleaded. It was a familiar wish. At the age of six, she was insatiably curious. And her grandma always had the best stories. The best part, she insisted every one was true. The old woman nodded, settling down into the large easy chair in the living room and brushing her faded gray curls out of her face. “Alright, little one. Which story would you like to hear?” No matter how many times she told each story, her granddaughter insisted on hearing them again, enraptured upon each retelling. And so, the grandmother never tired of telling them. Perhaps it...