You see, its hard to explain
Dr. Clemens looked up at Neil. How so?
Neil Moore, a pudgy forty-one year old man, grappled for the words to express himself. I thought I used to think people were never just good, or just bad. That the world was a whole lot of gray, never black and white.
The doctors brow knotted. I think thats how most people see the worl-
No. Not me. People are mostly bad- like 99% bad- or 99% good.
But people do good things and bad, itd be hard to pigeonhole somebody as all bad or all good. The doctor reasoned.
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Attack of the Martian Stingray by TheTomoe, literature
Literature
Attack of the Martian Stingray
Lisa ran faster than she had ever done before, but she barely felt the conflagration of pain lighting up her legs. Her soaked blonde hair rise and fell in clumps with every bouncing step, her lungs longed for air, her eyes scanned the walls of the dark gray city, desperate for an open door, window, or anything that could provide her shelter. Dark, rain-bearing clouds stretched over the horizon like a black bloodstain.
And still the enormous Ray followed her.
Lisa frenzied her way through the drenched alleyways and shortcuts of the monolithic city, in the vain hope of eluding her persuer. The Martian Stingray, however casually floated aft
The Little Prince + the Spider by TheTomoe, literature
Literature
The Little Prince + the Spider
The Little Prince Meets the Spider
John Loveland (Writing as Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
The Little Prince had grown weary from travel, and on his journey, he found a planet larger than the rest, inhabitated not by a man, but a solitary spider. On the spider's planet were beautiful flowers that would sing the sweetest songs, and there were caves filled with gold and silver and the ground held emeralds and rubies and all sorts of treasure... yet the spider resided on the highest precipice of the tallest mountain on his planet (which came up to the Little Prince's neck).
"Hello!" said the Little Prince.
The spider, who had not noticed the
You see, its hard to explain
Dr. Clemens looked up at Neil. How so?
Neil Moore, a pudgy forty-one year old man, grappled for the words to express himself. I thought I used to think people were never just good, or just bad. That the world was a whole lot of gray, never black and white.
The doctors brow knotted. I think thats how most people see the worl-
No. Not me. People are mostly bad- like 99% bad- or 99% good.
But people do good things and bad, itd be hard to pigeonhole somebody as all bad or all good. The doctor reasoned.
W
I hate it when people disappear from things and never get seen again but that is what must happen right now.
Next semester, I will have a screenwriting class, and hopefully some of that stuff will wash up on here.
Thanks for the support!