Molly felt bad about having to lie about why she was cutting out early on her new friends, but where she was headed just then wasn’t something one can very easily explain. She took a bus from Cliff Hill to the Carter City University campus, a city district in and of itself. Cyprus had instructed her to meet him and the others in the old fallout shelter under the Ruth Anne McDermount science center.
The poorly-lit room was buzzing when she arrived. This wasn’t the group of seven or eight she was expecting. Instead, a group of what had to be more than sixty people were milling about, passing around the homemade baked goods Mama Pa
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Detention
The following rant has nothing to do with anything, I just thought you'd like to know-
Detention
No one is quiet sure who came up with this concept, but, everyone knows that it is completely undesired for oneself to be landed in detention. My dad says that this hazy preteen thing I'm going through right now is "just a phase", I don't believe him. Neither does my identical twin brother Caleb. I'm Shamus O'Neil; I have two sisters and two brothers, my older sister Valery is in college, Peace (Don't laugh, its paid for.) is younger than Val, but older than me and Caleb. Then there's little Paul, he's
Futa
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The Tomb
“Do you believe in ghosts?” Bobbie asked me from across the narrow passage. I glanced back at her for a moment to answer, “No. Why?” I was studying the wall in front of me, or rather, the glyphs carved into it. I didn’t recognize the language, but I was sure Bobbie did. Ancient societies and peoples were kind of her thing.
“This is a tomb.” She said calmly. I didn’t give it much thought. I’d been in tombs before; mostly in Egypt. I spent my internship mapping the final resting places of pharaohs with Brigade G12, a team made up mostly of former archeologists who thought I was too young.
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An Emergency Meeting of The People by Wierdrocks, literature
Literature
An Emergency Meeting of The People
Molly felt bad about having to lie about why she was cutting out early on her new friends, but where she was headed just then wasn’t something one can very easily explain. She took a bus from Cliff Hill to the Carter City University campus, a city district in and of itself. Cyprus had instructed her to meet him and the others in the old fallout shelter under the Ruth Anne McDermount science center.
The poorly-lit room was buzzing when she arrived. This wasn’t the group of seven or eight she was expecting. Instead, a group of what had to be more than sixty people were milling about, passing around the homemade baked goods Mama Pa
Interview with a Cyberpath by Wierdrocks, literature
Literature
Interview with a Cyberpath
Interview with a Cyberpath
“I can communicate pretty well with my laptop.” She said. “I talk to him every night.”
“Him?” Kaz asked.
“Yeah, him.” She replied. “I did name him Sarah when I got him, but now I know he’s a boy and that he is named Benjamine.” She slipped the computer out of his case then and placed him on her lap. She sat-cross legged on the couch. I was on a bench. Kaz was lying on a recently-added beanbag chair.
“Your laptop came with a name and a gender?” Kaz asked.
“No. He’s connected to the internet, so he used it to explore the worl
Kendra Watkins lives in the East Village, a neighborhood that borders Church Row and the Warehouse District. She has three siblings, two brothers and a sister. Her mother is a stay at home mom and her father works as an administrations assistant at Schmidt & Siefker, an insurance firm in the Business District.
It was early on the two hundred and fifty second day, a Saturday.
“Kendra.” Her mother knocked on the door as she pushed it open. Her daughter was lying on her bed with her new headphones on, eyes closed, arms at her sides.
“Kendra.” Jaclyn Watkins said louder. She then made a face and sat down on the bed