We were just kids, less than six years, before we got sent to training camp. We had to leave our families behind, all our possessions, just to fight for humanity. What were our enemies? Robots. Those machines, hungry for blood, that turned against us, their creators. The government's aim of the training was simple, to...
Everything has a creator. But who bears the consequences for what happens when things go out of hand? "I've lost the moon while counting the stars, and now, I only have myself to blame." Word count: 500 exact #planetorplastic
Born with raven black hair, black colour irises, beautiful, long eyelashes, yet skin so pale and smooth, Amaira was called a cursed child. In a society where people with blond hair, blue eyes, sun tanned skin were the norm, she was unique and one of a kind, yet people were unable to accept her for who she was. When s...
We were one of the chosen ones. For a game worth a 100 million dollars. At first glance it was a normal game, with game perks, upgraded levels, new gear, it was just a normal rpg game. An it was a state-of-the-art virtual reality technology. We did not know who created this game, only that it was one of the most tre...