Rusty and Flit_"My Subsequent Life" By Juliana Cooper_The Ordained Battle._Planet Nine Pro
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Rusty and Flit
Rusty and Flit The kids were up at the crack of dawn again this morning, twittering non-stop, especially Rusty Junior; ‘can we go yet dad, can we go yet?’ I’m Rusty, by the way, (ok, get the jokes over with, I’ve heard them all before). My other half, Flit, or ‘her outdoors’, as I like to call her, she says he takes after me, but I don’t see it. For one thing he never stops moaning, complains about everything; dad I’m too hot, dad I’m too cold, dad I’m hungry, dad I’m thirsty. Wait till he’s flown three thousand miles and then has to cross the Sahara Desert. That’ll give him plenty to co...
"My Subsequent Life" By Juliana Cooper
When I turned 12, in a small town in New York, I knew my future. I knew it from the beginning of my life but I didn't accept my future thoughts until I turned 12、 I thought that everyone had their own set path. I guess I was erroneous."What do you wish for?" My mother asked me on my twelfth birthday."What's there to wish for? I already know my future outcome. You got me a makeup set and a diary with a purple pen that you got from A.C. Moore," I said without any form of hesitation.My mother cocked her head and stared at me with such confusion that it began to scare me."How did you know that? D...
The Ordained Battle.
‘I’m too weak now, I should move back since we’re pretty much done here.’ Andrei said to his bearded master in between gasps for air.His master smiled as he finished his sentence, The relieved happiness in the face reflected Andrei’s emotions when he saw it, ‘No, Andrei, the most important part of this battle is yet to come.’ he said in a tone of certainty, much to Andre’s dismay. This is a part of his damned prophecy? He thought, wandering why he was even helping this old man fulfill such a thing, Why should I help? surely if he’s destined to do all these amazing things that I’ve witnessed, h...
Planet Nine Project!
(Write about a character preparing to go into stasis for decades (or centuries).)Renae sat before her mirror critically studying her own features. Her hair color, like harvest wheat in the sunshine, was naturawww.onedoor.ccl looking. She wore it long and she enjoyed twisting it around her fingers creating ringlets. She was very aware that men often turned to look, at least briefly, when she entered a room or meeting. She was in the prime of her life. Her age, fitness, career and relationships were right on target. Leaning in to look closely, she understood and was troubled by a flaw in her character, not ou...