I Hate Robots._Ten Dollars in the Ground_Murder Mittens_Sudden Snowfall and Hazy Horizons
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I Hate Robots.
I hate everything now, from my mum and her freaky robot buddy to the skyscrapers and glassy towers surrounding me. Now I'm just left in the backseat, Po rolling around on my lap, his tongue lolling around stupidly, his wide black eyes glinting as he played around with the dangling pendant from my sore neck. His fluffy white coat hairs straying on the leather car seats, he was a Maltese, got him for my birthday when he was days old. Well after Rex died, my pug.I just stared out the window, I decided not to rest my face on my hands, I didn't want to smudge the dark eyeshadow I applied with so mu...
Ten Dollars in the Ground
Where did it all go? She must have put at least ten million in her account, why did she only leave me ten dollars? I know that I was her favorite. She was quirky, but not that abnormal. My frontal lobe is absolutely perplexed. This is an issue that even my grand problem-solving skills are shocked by. ***My mom died a week ago. The revered CEO of Bronté Fashion Company, Riccia Bronté, is gone. There are flowers placed in the room at their optimal locations, best calming grievers. They make me think of the aroma of her jasmine perfume. I wonder how such a healthy, lean woman could possibly die ...
Murder Mittens
WARNING- Blood, violence, and death are shown in the story. If these make you uncomfortable stop reading here. :) Cora sat on the couch her arm folded in her lap, her mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner. It smelled good as the warm scent drifted into the living room. “Hey Cora?” Her mom called from the kitchen, poking her head out of the doorway, “Can you find something to watch please? Dinner will be done soon and your sister is on her way home from track practice.” “Okay.” Cora said reaching for the remote, “Want to watch an action movie? Those are my favorite!” “Sure whatever you wan...
Sudden Snowfall and Hazy Horizons
In June, we reached the horizon. Merry reined in her horse and blew out her cheeks, marveling at the dusky grey dome curving above us. It reached far into the sky, so tall that only by looking miles above you could you see its curvature. Already visibility was low, mist swirling around the liquidy wall like we were on a cobblestone street in London. Merry tilted her neck back, mouth agape, wonder in her sparky eyes. “Did you ever think it’d be like this?” Dom’s horse stamped the ground impatiently, its jerky head movements jingling the bit. “What, you expected it towww.onedoor.cc be pretty? Soft peach, with...