I've never known pain. Literally. The only time I ever got hurt was when I accidentally burned my hand. But not even 10 seconds later, my dad had my hand on the healer circle. A small round device used to heal whatever small injuries we ever have in the capital. Those were the worst almost 10 seconds of my life.
That's what I describe pain as. Putting your hand on the wrong part of the stove while your dad is attempting to hand make chicken strips instead of getting them from the instant cooker the capital provides and getting a first degree burn for it. Stoves do not like hands. Moral of the story.
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Simple Things|| A story told in short parts.
General FictionA story told in shorts about Chris Celio. Living in the capital of Frideo, she only knows luxury, until boarding the wrong train takes her to the 15th Center. She meets Mek and his "sister" Laura. A boy and girl with no identification, no family, a...
