So came I, Prometheus_The Invaluable Asset_When I Became A Human_Too close for comfort
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So came I, Prometheus
For in my life, once a most loyal servant of the most secular guardianship, have I incorruptibly and undeniably did what was requested of me – without fault no less!How foolish am I?For in the service, I have willingly committed things that have now showcased themselves to be the opposite of what they were!For in the duty, I have willingly exacted crimes instead of due justice upon people who were really the heroes of this nation!For in the struggle, I have willingly destroyed and banished many that I now drag back and I accept all their frustrations flogging me!For in the Hell I have created ...
The Invaluable Asset
He fidgeted around with his pen as the clock struck quarter past 2、 He heaved a sigh of relief as his shift would end in 15 minutes. Just then, he received a text from his boss, “I would like to wholeheartedly commend your commitment to our company. For the last 5431 days, you have shown the utmost loyalty and dedication in your work. Not only have you completed your daily tasks, but you have stayed back for an extra 6 hours and worked overtime, despite today being both a Sunday and a national holiday. Keep up the excellent work. You are truly a valuable asset to the company.” The same text me...
When I Became A Human
TW: domestic abuse*** I would like to tell you a story. It is a true story. It is about how I became human. Algernon probably wished he was human. I think he would have made a wonderful human male. I did not.To be human is to be noble. It is to be kind, patient...generous. I may have had the genetic markers necessary to be called human, but I was a rat. My wife, Beatrice Bradley, was most definitely human.She did not have a great childhood. Her father ran around, and he drank a lot. Bea grew up watching her mother suffer from her father's vices.You woulwww.onedoor.ccd think that would make me at least a lit...
Too close for comfort
Just the first morning after he told her, "We have plenty of time," Suzan Mayweather adorned herself with a low hanging top and made her way across a wide expanse of land, unaccompanied. She did not take her umbrella or her hat or the sample sweater that usually smelt of patchouli.At some time, the cold would settle on her skin and drag her down the grass, screaming in her head. She was not to worry herself with the trivial knowledge that it was winter or maybe near winter and she could die from insomnia. What was important was that she was liberated from the world and she could now somehow be...