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ShiftI was never like the rest. They could form their bodies into anything they desired, but I only could only morph into one thing. In this unfair world, your level of power was all that mattered. The more animals you could learn to master, the more powerful and famous you became. For me, I was near the bottom of this caste system. Although it was mostly a curse, it could also be a blessing at times. In the end, though, it would prove to be a life saver.
When I was young, I would keep my distance from the others as they became several different animals. A grown man - the same man - was all that I could shape-shift into. He was unknown to me, and the world as well. No one knew why he was the only one I could transform into. It was mostly useless except for times when I needed to be older in order to procure certain things.
As for the elders, they wouldn’t do anything to help people like me. Instead, they actually would kidnap people, put them in huge cages, and force them to fight to
The Life of Mice McLarrosEugene Tan's fantasy short storie:the life of Mice McLarros Part 1
By eugene Tan
Mice McLarros:It all started when i was born at the house of the sewers of Miami USA,May 20th 1991.With many poor people.Nobody cares about them when they we're at the inside deep Sewers.They're Hungry and starving.
(the poor peoples are moaning ansd crying on suffer)
But for my parents and i.Well,we all have big space with clean air.Lots of good things and some Cash hidden in the storage vault.Because we are rich. But we're helping the poor people with some food to feed.Bathed them and warm them with some hot milk and hot tea.with no sugar.My parents have cradled me when i was a baby. after the doctor told them that i'm a boy. My name is Mice McLarros,it's probably the name from the mouse creautres of the sewer.And i'm very good of creating new projects to help all mankind.We're the McLarros family. My Mom was Mitch McLarros,she's a good woman for nursing them and my father was Kyle McLarros.He's a pastor
Untitled text :/-Personnalité ?
-Nous ne mesurons pas les gens en terme de personnalité, dit-elle gravement. Elle était debout dans sa robe noire, le capuchon relevé sur sa tête. Nous les mesurons en terme de masse, poursuivit-elle. Les gens sont des masses informes, répugnantes aux énergies puissantes. Dirigées de manière bien précise, ces énergies peuvent être destructrices. Il ne sert à rien de considérer l'individu. Ce n'est pas l'individu qui fait mouvoir ces énergies. C'est la masse. Et dans la masse, il n'y a pas de personnalité, il n'y a que des gens.
-La masse… La masse peut se retourner contre vous ! rétorqua-t-il violemment.
-La plèbe peut se retourner contre nous, pas la masse. Et la masse, c'est de l'énergie. C'est une pierre qui l'a dit.
-Mais peut-être que cette pierre a tort, car après tout, ce n'est qu'un caillou dans la mare.
-Il ne se
J.J.'s Diary, Day FiveJanuary 8th, 2188
So I broke my arm. Not my right arm, or else this would be really hard to read. While Grandma Jill was napping I got the ladder from the garage and propped against the back of the house, and climbed up with the broom and started trying to push the snow off. It was heavy and wet, not the light fluffy stuff, and when I started shoving some snow to the right of me, the ladder kinda tipped the other way and fell.
I grabbed the rung of ladder and held on, I don't know what I was thinking. The top of the ladder hit the breakdown box and my arm sort of bounced off it before I got dumped into the snow, so that's how it broke. It HURT.
I hit the 911 button on my phone and E-Services sent a hovercraft ambulance. I should have gone inside but it hurt so much I just sat there in the snow and cried. The EMTs said I could have died because of the shock and hypoth the cold, but I was okay once they got warming blankets around me and my arm set.
They woke up Grandma and she we
J.J.' Diary, Day ThreeJanuary 4th, 2188
Sorry I didn't write yesterday. Had to finish writing an essay for school, since December Break ended yesterday. The snow on our street hasn't been plowed yet so we had a virmute class session with Miss Hsu, instead of everyone meeting at school for Personal Interaction.
Grandma said when she was my age they still had to go school four times a week. But she also said that virt teaching wasn't as good either. Not sure if a live teacher is that much better. Miss Hsu can get pretty boring, and she doesn't understand when I know something already or need help on something else.
Grandma Jill also said that when she was a kid Summer Break was two months long. It had something to do with kids working on farms before the government passed labor laws. I can't imagine two whole months with no school. How could kids remember what they were learning, especially without a phone or deskcomp to keep up with stuff?
I think I like just getting a week off every couple of months.
Young OnesDate: 12/12/56
Station: Camp Greenlake, Colorado
Name: Williams, Demetrius Martin
Incident Report: Case Number 3056218
At approximately one o'clock in the morning on Friday, December Twelfth, Twenty-one Fifty-six, Agent Williams led "B" squad from the drop point to the perimeter fence. Squad "A" was already inside, rumored to have been captured by Elite Security. Once inside the perimeter, Agent Williams performed a head count on his team, per regulation protocol. A successful status check and ten second equipment check also took place.
At approximately one o'seven, "B" squad successfully infiltrated Elite Security HQ via rooftop access. Agent Salvatore remained on the rooftop to hack security programs. He was successful. The rest of "B" squad maneuvered on zip-lines the main floor, touching down at approximately on ten.
Elite Security checked the security camera nearest security hub to assess the malfunction with their system, per security protocol. The guard was intercepted a
I was born in a factory. My blood was cloned from a donors. My heart was grown in a Petri dish, and custom stitched into my framework. My body isn't built strand by strand by my mother and father's DNA, my body is model JL-10645K. I'm one in sixteen models, not one in a million. I have no guns in my arms, no biological scanner. I am not connected to the internet, I do not run on batteries. I am not a creature of science fiction. I am a creature of now. I have the same body parts as you, generally. I have a job. I restock the shelves at a convenience store. I come home to my apartment. I have a roommate. We argue over who’s side is whos in the fridge. I write with my right hand. I need a haircut. I feel pain when I stub my toe. I feel disappointed when the girl at the bar doesn't call. I feel sweaty and nervous during job interviews. I feel anger. I feel sadness. I feel happiness. I feel glee. I feel overcome with joy. I feel depressed enough to kill myself. I feel love.
FYS: J.J.'s Diary, Day 8January 17th, 2188
Grandma Jill is awesome. I was feeling pretty mopedown about not being able to play a zoomquest with P & L on Tower Heights, and she said I could watch something with her on her room's wall. I said Mom and Mom Sirti said I couldn't play anything, and Grandman Jill said we'd be watching not playing. She picked out The Princess and the Pirate, which she said is a remake of an old 20c non-interact. I prefer interactive stuff but this was pretty good. Lotsa swordfights and funny lines.
I want to make a Rodent of Unusual Size avatar when I play TH again!
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