Master?_It's the Opposite of What You Think_I am not staying at home this summer/winter_Her Secr
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Master?
Pele analyzed the people around it. Miguel elbowed the absentminded android. Pele faced him, putting on what humans call a smile. “Yes friend?” Miguel points to the board in front of them. “Tell me your secret, please. You’re the only person that can beat Silas.” The pieces were in an order so perfect, Pele didn’t want to ruin it. Yet in order to get back on schedule Pele had to. He explained in a way that looked to have broken Miguel. “Did I overload your processing chip?” Miguel shook his head, before looking up. “Wait, so you’re telling me in the easiest way possible?” Pele robotically mo...
It's the Opposite of What You Think
TW: death, violence, abuse See ya. Altogether now, I thought, as I looked expectedly at the waves, their foamy upper lips curled above the sandy bottom lip of water. I was waiting for applause—something to roar my praises. To me. To the fact that I overcame something huge. I grinned something new upon my face. I had needed real attention. Ever since I was four, I was abandoned. I never talked to my grandparents (who raised me) because words couldn’t help me. I didn’t just feel bad—I shut people out of my life, scowling when they knocked on the door, demanding to be le...
I am not stayingwww.onedoor.cc at home this summer/winter
“Do you mean that I need to share a room with this brat?” Thandie yelled.Rachel stood next to Thandie,watching the worried expressions of the receptionists. They spoke to each other in low voices, occasionally checking their computers. With the realisation that the stuff was in full panic mode and they would do anything to keep this woman in their hotel, Rachel was irritated.“Do you want me to review your hotel in the state that I am in? I can post a live video right now.” Thandie said.“Absolutely not. We are doing everything in our power to get things in order,” said the supervisor.Thandie’s ...
Her Secret Power
Her Secret PowerIt was a beautiful morning when Emma was eating her breakfast. Her pancakes had been drenched with syrup and had been oozing onto the plate. All the fruit and butter dripped off onto the plate. Emma could hear the birds chirping from outside her dining room window. But suddenly she heard arguing. It wasn’t her parents, and it wasn’t her neighbors. Where could it be coming from? It sounded as if 2 high-pitched voices from right next to her house were talking about something; screaming every 30 seconds. The arguing grew louder and louder and her ears started to tingle and burn mo...