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“Oi bot-brain! Vamooshki with the Diaquiri, comprendes?" Bleu called.
A robot behind the bar jerked its spindly arms at the bartender’s voice, its hand-like fixtures collected a glass from its interior storage. With a whir and a splash, the 'bot deposited its payload at Bleu's elbow. His latest customer wordlessly took her refreshment, turning away with a haughty toss of golden locks.
She headed back to her padded Lucid seat. She knocked back her drink like a hardened imbiber, and as Bleu watched, she h
Summary-thing for a story I plan to write XD by Spiritwolfie333, journal
Summary-thing for a story I plan to write XD
Aurora McMurphy was an only child- at least, her parents told her she was. They always seemed uncomfortable whenever their daugher asked them about it, but Aurora never questioned it. But one day, Aurora stumbles upon a case with all of their birth certificates in it- and one more. Intrigued by this, Aurora investigates, and finds an interesting piece of family history- the McMurphy Files, a series of brutal murders committed by someone under the name Jennifer McMurphy- a name that matches the one on the extra birth certificate. But Aurora's mystery sister quickly makes is clear that she does NOT want to be found. Aurora's rose-colored glasse
'Any coin's a coin.'
The pouch jingled as Draven shook it. It jingled with the voice of well-earned congratulations, but the voice was a whisper in a large hall. Draven shook the pouch again and this time its jingle sounded more like a rattle. Hollow, more so than an empty promise. He weighed the earnings in one hand. Too much pouch, not enough coin. The purse slumped in defeat.
'But is it enough coin?'
Fisting the pouch deep into his trews' pocket which hardly bulged Draven bowed from Splitter's Cross, slin
I feel utterly alone. Yet I stand with many, people who I call my friends. Why is it that I am with so many people who care for me as I care for them and yet feel this way? Why do I feel as if no one understands me? Are my parents correct? Am I just the typical teenage thinking the world has wronged me? But if that is true why do I not feel wronged. I simply feel empty, weak, and unnecessary. What impact do I have on people, on society? I have no influence to change things. My own parents do not listen when I voice an opinion. Do they think me stupid? Ignorant? Frail? Among my friends I am strong, brave, unbeatable, and invulnerable. But in