Takeover_Springtime Fancy_The Tale of A Dancer and A Singer_Le Plan
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Takeover
“We have to take over these humans, they treat their planet like shit. We are here today androids to save 76342, so called Earth. We are here for a purpose. We are here to save earth from becoming a waste land-”“Headmaster, what if we fail? What if this is destined,” interrupts Android 345、“There isn’t anything as destiny, Android 345 let me finish next time,” says the headmaster.“Before we plan for destruction, we have to find all their secrets. Android 10, you have been selected. You shall go undercover with the humans to find their deepest, darkest, secret. Your mission is very important. T...
Springtime Fancy
“I just love the first day of Spring,” Willow said, looking around the park where everyone mingled. “Everything is waking up from winter.”“Plus, they say a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love,” Ivy giggled, her eyebrows wagging up and down.“Ivy, all you can think of is boys,” Rowan said, rolling her eyes.Ivy shrugged and said, “Thawww.onedoor.cct’s life. Especially this time of year, when everything is being reborn.”Rowan shook her head. “Let’s just get to the rest of the group,” she said, walking toward the clearing where a large group of people had begun to gather. They saw people setting up their...
The Tale of A Dancer and A Singer
In front of the wooded fortress lies a sea of red roses that stretched over a mountain and ended before a forest. On every petal was a droplet that slowly moved its way to the center of the stigma. A blue butterfly with white spots lands in the center of the rose and collides with the droplet. Neither party was at war with each other nor served to nourish the roses. It flew away, knocks over old petals, and heads to the forest. As the sun shines over each rose, a wind emerges, lifting withered petals into the sky, and maintains attitude. The red petals moved in coherence with the wind—a clust...
Le Plan
A suitcase rolls toward me, the sharp corner hitting the middle of my thigh. I wince and step back onto a man’s foot; he grunts and shoots me a dirty look. Shaking my head apologetically, I shuffle forward and settle against the pole next to the doors as the train lurches forward. The City of Love, my ass.Four more stops of pressing my back into the pole and I’m finally lunging out of the train, hurrying up the steps into the street and pulling out my metro map.Parisians hurry past me, phones pressed to their ears, purses and backpacks clutched tightly to their sides so as not to be an easy ta...