Dark Truth_Astoria and revenge_Not So Yugen Anymore_Leaving home
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Dark Truth
“No Your Majesty, I didn’t do it!” A screaming figure draped in such a mystical shade of red you could never find anywhere else exclaimed. “All evidences have proven that you ARE GUILTY! GUARDS! TAKE HER AWAY!” The shadow of a tall person ordered. “Please, your Majesty, you have to listen to me, no PLEASE!!! DON’T TAKE ME AW—” The howling character and fell to the ground, unconscious “Thank you, Zymer.” The shadow spoke again, cold voice raised even more. “Thank you Your Majesty.” A smirk appeared on Zymer’s face, as he examined the sprawled body of the guilty person he had just put a sleepin...
Astoria and revenge
Tom kept running and running, fearing the devices of Astoria that detect and predict human actions, and knowing that the machine had spotted his desire to be able to control the human body. In Revenge of his father's killer, however, he decided to escape from her and not allow him to be caught by her Micro Devices, The Machine had an army of flying ants where each flying robot Ant injects his criminal idea with the blade of innocent thinking . In this time of 8027, no one had the right to be angry or retaliate. Even the simplest hostile acts are monitored .Twenty-four-year-old Tom is a shar...
Not So Yugen Anymore
Sitting on the cliff, staring at the sunset, with him. if only he knew, if only he could escape before it happened, if only he didn't have to...get hurt until he passed. like he always says-no. like he always said. Ivy awoke to Ashley's screaming. She walked into the room. "shut up I'm trying to sleep." Ashley paused for a moment. Ivy walked back into her bedroom. She sat onwww.onedoor.cc her bed but jumped up suddenly. She had just sat on something sharp and pointy. It was a key. "Again? ASHLEY I DONT WANT TO READ YOUR DIARY SO YOU CAN READ MINE! WE BOTH KNOW ITS JUST TRASH ABOUT HOW YOU REALLY WANT BREAD...
Leaving home
It had been twenty four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. She could still recall the stooping figure of her mother's waist in their backyard garden caught there like a piece of sheep's wool. Despite being tired and weary from a long flight from California, she felt a surge of energy within her. All her childhood memories came flooding back. She was back home. Nothing seemed to have changed. The bright rays of the Arabian sun stung her eyes as she rang the same old rusty doorbell. Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled her last day here. The year was 19...