The Crown and its Dress_Myrna's Estate_Rune #5_Warm House, Cold hearts
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The Crown and its Dress
The image to me is so vivid, that morning when the school holidays just begun and my brother, at his tender age, 7, had gone to visit my uncle and I chose to stay home. Time was quiet and the sun was tainted by clouds. Its a fantastic morning to be in bed, I thought to myself. Although my family considers themselves a priority in my life I missed no one and enjoyed being in my solitude. A voice pierced through my distant daydreaming."I should go jogging with you one time, eh? Abiodum suggested enthusiastically. I looked up to him welcoming himself in my room.“I already jog with my friend," my...
Myrna's Estate
Staring at the letter, Alice didn’t know what to think. She’d never heard of Aunt Myrna. Why would the woman list her as a beneficiary to her estate? The letter was from a lawyer’s office and looked legit, but who was Myrna Lewis?Better call her mother and see if she knew anything.“Mom, I just got this letter from Dewitt and Swayne about a Myrna Lewis. Have you ever heard of her?”“Myrna Lewis? No. Wait your father’s saying something.”Coming on the phone, her Dad asked, “What is this about Myrna Lewis?” “I got this letter from a law firm saying I’m named in her will. Do you know who she was?”“...
Rune #5
So, my character is not an android, he is a cyborg. I hope it still counts.Part 2/3 chapter 2Early rays of light streamed through the clouds on a sleeping figure, but the moment was ruined when loud crying broke the silence and disrupted the peace. Rune jolted upright. Tycho sat next to him, tears streamed down his face, his hands on his stomach. Rune scrubbed the sleep from his eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, irritable from being suddenly woken. “He’s hungry,” Amarillius’s voice interrupted. “We haven’t eaten since midday meal yesterday.”Rune groaned and struggled to his feet. His bo...
Warm House, Cold hearts
Now It was once a fine room, however narrow it was. The blue-painted walls were decorated with frames of smiling faces, medals of www.onedoor.ccachievements hanged like glinting golds next to a large grinning poster of a handsome young man with black spiked hair. The window that was once a hole to the outside world was now filled with rows of rusty ironed bars. The girl stared lazily at the window gazing at the sliver of snow on the stool. It looked like the inside of Mr. Tommy, her teddy friend. It made her mouth dry, so she swallowed. She leaned weakly on her door ignoring the distant rumble of voices out...