Translation_A Last Meal_Fantasy Field_See No Evil
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Technology. I couldn't live without it! It's the thing that cures my boredom and helps people understand me. Hi, I’m Katsuro, I am 16 years old. Me and my family moved to America from Tokyo. Now, I don't know the first thing about the English language, so I use my phone a lot for translations. My older brother, Junjie, went out of his way to learn English. Yeah , that’s not me. I didn't want to move here anyway, so why learn the culture if in two years I will go back to Tokyo on my own. Other than Junjie, I have 1 other sibling. Her name is Miyuki. Miyuki is younger than me be 2 years. Which i...
A Last Meal
Necroth walked up the hill with his usual arrogant swagger. He was tall, handsome, with dark hair and eyes that were like black pits. His cloak fluttered in the wind, shifting between blacks and greys and screaming faces. The rest of his clothes were black, tunic, boots, breeches, he had the look of a man who would do evil with a will. He soon arrived at the top of the hill where a table, seemingly carved out of black stone, sat and was set with a meal fit for a king.There were roast foul and even a boar with a bright red apple in his mouth. There were bowls overflowing with fruit, whole chees...
Fantasy Field
Blueberry shaded skies were held together by odd shaped cotton balls. If I could, I would give the sun a hug for shining so spectacularly upon the green field in front of me. My dreaded soul has always been eased by the grace of nature. It seems to be my only friend in this dull, cruel world. My head has never been screwed on right. I know this for a fact. All the other humans out there are far too similar. Their brains work connectively. Conversations never seem to roll easy with me. I always say something horribly out of the ordinary. I’ve been tested numerous times for schizophrenia and r...
See No Evil
It would be just my luck that the day I would confess my love to Perfecta, that we would be held hostage by the most notorious villain in the world. I planned this day out flawlessly. I know she works weekends because every time I’ve come on a weekday, she wouldn’t be there, so it had to be this Saturday. I got up this morning, put on my favorite gray collared shirt and left the house, and now I’m sitting on the floor tied to a podium. Today was supposed to be my day, now it’s Professor Wicked’s day. “With the press of this button, I’ll kill everyone in this building!” Everyone panicked and...