Red Saviors_The Very Important Glasses_The Android who Loved to Smile_The New Mew
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Red Saviors
Silence...is all I hear from up here. The building was swaying and creaking with effort to stand. Up here is the only place where I feel free. I grip the beam that is on top of the long and monstrous tower. My legs wobble as I look below seeing millions of tiny dots and triangle shapes passing by. No one would guess from looking at it that this place was vile. It was a repulsive and abhorrent place to live. It was also alluring and inviting in some small spots in the city. I breathe in the musty air and the golden rays of the double sun. It sits on the horizon dipping every so lightly into ...
The Very Important Glasses
Author's note: As some of you know I am British and therefore used the British school system. For Americans here, Year 10 is equivalent to Grade 9 (Freshman). Also the end may seem quite short, and maybe lacking detail, but I came up to the word limit. Please read and enjoy.“Today’s the day, son.” I wake up groggily, to find my parents opening the curtains and pulling me duvet off, despite my loud protests. “Today’s the day we’ve been waiting for. You’ll finally be a proper adult now. Come on, get up, ya lug” Slowly, very slowly, I emerge out of my pit. Slowly, very slowly I stand up and walk ...
The Android who Loved to Smile
'James' stood in front of the mirror,www.onedoor.cc contemplating how to smile. He awkwardly twitched the corners of his mouth, and then broke out in a grin. He still was not. satisfied with his result, as he still did not look human enough. 'Try 13', he recorded in his mind.James, was actually, an android. He was created in a lab in a warehouse, but was soon discarded as he was not "perfect enough". Then too, his only imperfections were his body proportions, which again, were not that noticeable. He named himself, James. The reason he did that, was because the name James, was the most common name in all o...
The New Mew
“Welcome! Please come in. Yes. Yes. Sit down. Of course. Not there… No… There. Perfect. Give me five minutes. Look around, make yourself at home. Do not touch the things you cannot name. Ideal. Patience is a virtue, maybe a cliché, but one you’ll forgive me for.” Minutes pass and your hands go numb beneath your ass as you avoid making eye-contact with the various stares that surround you. Do not touch the things you cannot name? Don’t touch anything. You could label everything, but a name can be sacred and who are you to authorize such a pertinent assignment? What’s a name but a lesson taught ...