Sword of Mercy_Joe's Battle and Revolution With Robots_A Hobo Hobby_GERALD
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Sword of Mercy
www.onedoor.cc Katarina walked through the cool halls of her home, listening to her slippered feet fall softly against the stone. She glanced at a tapestry on the wall, depicting some ancient, terrible battle, and felt her throat catch. Her father never called for her at this time of day unless something was very wrong. Had someone died? She couldn’t think what else might merit this unexpected summons.She hurried through the enormous manor, passing through a courtyard with a bubbling fountain, then back into the cool stone house. Jerusalem was hot this time of year, and she felt beads of sweat forming ...
Joe's Battle and Revolution With Robots
Hi, I am Joe. I am 12 years old and I live in a world filled with robots. I also have a best friend that is a robot. His name is Will. I made him with my bare hands and he can interact with people. I love him so much that I even built a whole bunch of the same prototypes. They are tiny cute little robots. One night, I had a dream about these little cute robots turning against me and attacking me. But I knew that will never happen. One morning, I went down to see my robots and make myself some breakfast because my mum and dad sleep very late during the weekends. Suddenly, someone tapped me on t...
A Hobo Hobby
A Hobo Hobby By Kathleen M. BrosiusI was running late. Blame it on traffic, or maybe a phone call that took a moment too long. I ran to the hospital door and dashed to room number 209、 “Katie dear,” he whispered. “I Daddy,” I leaned over him and kissed his cheek. “How ya feeling today?” His smile brightened his tired eyes. Those eyes. I could read his emotion by the look in those blue eyes. He was a storyteller. Through the years, I had listened to his stories—some joyful, some sad. He had an expression, through his eyes, for each. I sat close to his bed and softly talked to him. What I said,...
GERALD
Gerald looked confused; it was a look that often crossed his coarse features. Teague told him; “I said that they took Pet from her, not that they took her pet.” This had admittedly confused Gerald because Teague seemed to be contradicting himself. It wasn’t Gerald’s fault if the other man sometimes didn’t make no sense. Gerald had gone on to comment about various sorts of pets; like his sister’s rabbit. That thing had not cared much for Gerald. He had tried giving it carrots and other things that rabbits are supposed to like but it just never liked him. He would try to pet it and hold it; and ...