A POSITRONIC CRIME OF ELECTRO-PASSIONTHE BEGINNINGA POSITRONIC CRIME OF ELECTRO-PASSION by ~PhilipBrocklehurst
Birth, a long and painful procedure for all carbon based lifeforms. The end result: a miracle of life, a work of art created by two genetic codes united as one. A life form spawned by rich emotions generated by their creators.
A warm beginning to a warm life.
For the positronic humanoids a start-up from their circuits, a boot up from their system is all it took. One push of a button and a presto: life.
A machine born in seconds. A cold beginning to a cold existence.
Created on an assembly line, generated by the programming of their creators: a manufacturing machine.
Humanoids, programmed to do what the programmer wishes them t
CROSSFIRE Chapter oneCROSSFIRE by *pixichi
Connie Remswood was just coming to the end of her long shift at the Bloodstone tavern. She whiped the sweat off her brow and let out a sigh of relief as the grandfather clock in the corner struck 8 o' clock. She gathered her things and walked around the bar, towards the front door. She could see her loyal wolf-dog mix, a handsome white creature with deep blue eyes waiting for her just outside the tavern. Lance barked a triumphant hello at the sight of his exausted mistress.
"Great to see you too boy." Connie offered as she reached down to pat the soft warm fur of her beloved friend. Lance returned the affection with
CROSSFIRE CHAPTER 2 Chapter 2CROSSFIRE CHAPTER 2 by *pixichi
Connie slammed the door closed behind her, exhaling a string of profanities in the process. How unfortunate did her fate have to be? Why did he have to return now? Just when her life was finally peaceful and normal. She knew that Reaver did indeed live here in Bloodstone, but he was a pirate, and he was often gone on long voyages, so Connie had presumed that he would be away much of the time. That said, she realized that being upset over the fact that she had spent the day hearing about Reaver and even had to suffer though a conversation with him, made very little sense. He would be gone again very soon.
"Why does he get me so
CROSSFIRE CHAPTER 3CROSSFIRE CHAPTER 3 by *pixichi
The party at the Bloodstone Mansion was in full swing. There were several people about in Reaver's front yard, many drunk and all wearing little to no clothing. Connie averted her eyes as she passed through the swarm of public indecentsy. Lance followed along behind her, as he often did, stopping but once to sniff some bile on the ground, before continuing to his mistresses side. Connie kept her eyes peeled for Reaver, but there was no sign of him anywhere. She knew that he was probably inside however, having an orgy or getting drunk. Those were two things that he was well known for within the Bloodstone community, and beyond
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Hi Everyone!! Bienvenidos (mira bajo)
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Bienvenidos, personas de paises como España, Nicaragua, Argentina, Colombia, Costa Rica, Puerto Rico, y otras al grupo "Writing-4-Life" un collecion va a hacer creado despues de 2011. ¿Es posible nos da tus poemas y historias?
Straight in a Crooked World Chp 1***JasonStraight in a Crooked World Chp 1 by ~Xxbrokenwristxx
I close my old cracking copy of Romeo and Juliet. I know it’s cheesy for a guy to read a romance but I’ve had this small leather bound copy since I could read; it's the only possession of my mother I have. Constant reading from past owners has caused the yellowing pages to crack and tear. I’ve read it hundreds of times, but never all the way through. I always stop at the same quote, “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight for I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.” Behind the fading highlighting, these words appear preserved in history. I have a connection towards those hundred-year-old
Bitter Revenge Ch.1 part 1Bitter Revenge Ch.1 part 1 by *Spiritwolf56
Ch. 1 part 1: The Beginning
Hello my name is Bitterleaf and this is my life. It started out pretty good when I was born. I was the only pup when my mother, or my milk giver gave birth to her first litter, all her pups except me died. I was pretty lucky as my pack told me. I was like a "Spirit Wolf" to many. But things changed. One warm evening when the sky grew quiet and dim, mother and I went on a little stroll for the first time. I hopped and smelled every where! But then KA-BOOM! I perked up my ears not feeling a tiny bit scared. Then the BOOM came again. Now mother eyes were big and stern.
"Mama what's wrong.Am I smelly," I asked sniffing my body and behind.
"No,Bitterleaf, it's not you. Its a hunter!" Mother exclaimed.
"What are you talking about? There is no hunter around, Mama," I replied ques
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