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Hi, guys... Look, I don't really know how to do this like she does... Charlie, here. I'll... I'll just... start it off like this...It was like any other day, woke up, got ready, went to school, you get it. "So, where should we stop by today?" I smiled and asked Ari as we continued down the streets around the square. Uh, not the literal street, the sidewalks. This sucks! I suck! I'm terrible at this! "Good question! I have no idea! How about we head to that ice cream place where that random party bus happened to stop at that one time?" she re...
“Ugh, why are we even here? Couldn’t we have just stayed with Billy?”“Why are you asking me that?”“Sheesh, oh right, you’re too stupid to know am I right, Ari?”“Hey… I only asked why you asked!”I smacked him in the back of his head as we sat at a table that our family was assigned to at our cousin, Felipe’s wedding. I mean, it was pretty awesome, very… white… but awesome. Girl he was going to marry was awesome. Food was awesome… my gosh the food was amazing… it was just…“Ari… I’m sorry. Alright? Can you just tell him for me?” Charlie asked m...
“Oh! OHHH!” I exclaim noticing my very 80s outfit, A-ha’s ‘Take On Me’ begins playing in my head as I look around in awe.We’re in the 80s! “1982 to be specific.” Marina tells me with a smile. I smile back, I’m so FRICKIN excited to be here! It’s the 80s for goodness sake! “Ha! All my research on this era finally paid off!” I cheer. Benson scoffs. “Anyway, we need to figure out where we are.” “WOW! This place is so cool!” Benny yells. Everyone turns to us. “Geez, you turned way too many heads Benny… We should get outta here.” We start walking...
YEAH! Oh wait… Oh! Hi! Welcome back! Or should I have just said— never mind, it matters not! As you can see, we seem to be back in the sixties… or seventies I haven’t seen what everyone’s wearing yet but I appear to look, or be dressed as…What am I wearing?“You look like a hippie.” Marina tells me. She’s right, I forgot she’s telepathic... It’s too bad it’s not the seventies, coulda seen Fleetwood Mac live… “I agree…” she answers me. “Hey kid, where’d you bring us now?” I turn to Benson just to see him in some ridiculous sixt...
Long ago… There was a time on earth where we roamed free beside the other creations. We weren’t judged, we didn’t judge each other for how we looked, or our colors. We loved one another and lived in peace. That was until time went by as fast as lightning in the sky and the human race settled the ends of the earth. Not even the oceans are safe anymore. Mankind feared us, chased us, killed us… many of us managed to escape and hid deep in the oceans and forests but others…The Dodos.Dire Wolves.Tasmanian Tigers.The beautiful Passenger Dove.Now m...
It seems it’ll last forever, all eternity, this…Falling into an abyss.Yet here I am, still writing. How did I get here? Well, I’ve been asking the characters here the same thing. Nobody knows. Did I write myself here? Maybe. Everything I’ve been writing adds on to this story. So maybe if I just write where we’ll be next… we’ll be okay. Oh, I hope so.“HEY!”I jump. “What?!” I shout back at him. “Stop writing and find some kinda way to help- ” His speaking quickly turns into screaming. That stupid nerd in the cyborg suit, thinks he knows it all...
WARNING(: Gore, Violence. Mentions serious issues with one's mental health. Wendigo Psychosis is indeed a real disorder, if you show symptoms of having such a disorder I recommend seeking help as soon as possible.)"Wendigo Psychosis. Characterized by psychiatric manifestations such as paranoia, anxiety, hallucinations, and cannibalistic urges, often emerges as a result of a fusion of cultural narratives and psychological vulnerabilities. It mainly concerns Algonquian, Cree tribes and people living in the Nothern Ojibwa area. Making it a...
(Hemophobia Warning (Fear of Blood) and Violence warning)"Where'd you find it?" she asked me, as I held onto the manuscript. "I don't know, my father gave it to me." I walked a few steps away from my horse. "He told me it was a page out of my great grandfather's journal." I looked up at the unending plains, as a storm moved in closer. "He was an explorer?" I turned to face her; she was mounted on a paint horse. Most likely stolen. But who was I to ask a question like that? "Yes, yes he was. You familiar with him?". She dismounted her horse a...
It was just one of those boring old days. If you ask me at least.We're so much like NPCs! It's ridiculous! It's always wake up, eat breakfast, brush your teeth, get dressed, go to school all that and more! Breakfast isn't even real! It was made up by some religious dudes working for food companies! If I remember correctly at least. That's not the point though. That's just a story for another day. But right now, we're focusing on, Charlie. "Ari!" he whispered to me in class. "What?" I asked. "What does 'eavesdropped' even mean?!". Let me expl...
Hi! My name is, Ari! You must be here because someone told you I ruined everyone’s day at a Billy Joel concert but…That ain’t true.Obviously!But you’re here anyways! So I ought to just tell you anyways! Please don’t take anything I say the wrong way. But take it more like in a ‘this girl is way too friendly’ way! Yeah! Anywho. Onto what happened! It was Saturday, I don’t remember when. But I guess….no…I should know. But I don’t…oh well……….I was walking towards the entrance, way ahead of my family. “Ari, wait up! I don’t want to lose you in t...
Stumps…..That is all that is seen…for miles….and miles…They are seen in the great distance.And even at night, you can see.The trees are gone…Our paradise..Is gone.None of us saw it coming. We all awoke to another beautiful rising sun. Most of us did…. The rooster crowed at a near by ranch and the horses had returned to graze. I’m just some little coyote but not just any coyote. I have a story to tell. I want you humans, you people, you monsters! To know what you did. To my home. To our home. Our lovely little paradise. Where t...
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