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Kitty's adventure~ugh. why won't this damned thing work?! Kitty thought angrily as she tried to fix her crooked bowtie with her hooves. With a few more tugs, she corrected it and went on getting ready. Overlooking herself in the mirror, she remembered the times when the crimson scars over her eye and on her legs were absent. She looked down and stretched her mechanical replacement for a limb. She flapped her wings in frustration and looked for her hat. Lowering herself to the floor, Kitty searched until she spotted it, beneath her bed. Grabbing it with a foreleg, she managed to get it on her head with a few quick motions. Getting up, she glanced in the mirror again, but instead of just her, another grey figure stood next to her reflection
She tumbled backwards, unprepared for the scare. Darkkitty rolled her red eyes.
"Honestly, I thought you would be used to me jumping in on you."
Her disappointment disappeared into a smirk.
"Yeah, well, I don't think I could ever get used to it"
Random Class Assignment is RandomThe leaves crunch under my boots as I walk along the sidewalk. Not bothering to look where I step, I keep walking. I don’t know why, nor do I know for how long, but I somehow find myself on the edge of a thick forest. I don’t hesitate I as I duck under the familiar branches, and start treading paths I’ve memorized. I feel my way around the maze of trees as I come to a small clearing, one I’ve spent too much time in. I sit by the cool and clear water of a pond. After a few minutes of replaying memories in my head, I lay back and enjoy the sound of the wild. I soon drift to the times of my childhood, a young girl again, playing with the mother and father whom she now misses, their lives lost in a blazing fire, but I don’t focus on that now. I’ve thought about that too, and I didn’t want to ruin my peace of mind.
‘But mom, we haven’t been here in forever! Can’t we stay a little longer?’ The little one fusses, to which her m
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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