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Melody is very lively and lives for a challenge. She doesn’t get scared easily. She doesn’t think always think before she acts. She is a very creative and loves to solve puzzle. She is able to solve a milk puzzle. She is loves bunnies.
Melody was in the gallery because she wants to get some inspiration from Guertena’s painting for a short story that she was writing for for her university literary newspaper. She notice that the museum was different. She saw the messages from Mary when she saw the picture of Fabricated World. She jumped into the Abyss of the Deep painting. That’s when she come into Fabricated World.
She come into the room not knowing that her own life was in danger. She was walking around when she saw Garry and Ib for the first time. They look for a way out. Melody found a creepy doll that didn’t
Black Rose IntroI remember the stories that my grandma used to tell me about the South side of Chicago. She told me that it was the place to be if you wanted to have some fun. There were beaches, restaurants, clubs, and events that they would have during the year, but they did have their share of problems. It was mainly about the gangs. They would hurt other people. Mostly the innocent like kids and teenagers. They were one as the part of the lost generation. But, then something happened.
The police started to blame these gangs about things that they were doing. Some of the major gangs started to join up with each other to prove that they didn’t do anything that nature. They know that they were the victims. But, most people didn’t believe them. And this started a war between gangs and police.
My grandma told me about the war. There would be fights on the streets on the South side. People would stay at home for days on end waiting for the the fighting to stop, so that they can go outside an
Teacher's Daughter Chapter 18Today was the day, the day I was going to see Sylvia for the first time. It started in the morning, Seth, Sabrina, Cody, and I were in Dragonspyre. We were yawning. It was because it was early in the morning. Cyrus started to talk.
“I have...interesting...news.” I didn’t like how he phrase that sentence. That means that something bad is going to happened. “My brother cared deeply for his wife, Sylvia Drake, so much so that he bought her body with him to Dragonspyre, and entombed her within the Necropolis. You must venture forth to the Necropolis and find her remains.” Somehow, I know that was coming. “Take this Knowledge Crystal. Find her tomb and use the crystal there, it will store her spirit within. Then you must return the crystal to me, and I will take the necessary next steps. We went into the portal to Necropolis. We didn’t know the terror that we are going to face.
We arrived in Necropolis. I showed them where Sylvia’s tomb. I too
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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