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[WIP] Synthesis: Complete

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dystopian scifi shortstory workinprogress

[WIP]. A dystopian sci-fi short story following a robot dictator with the mind of a human. Moreso, the life of a human living in these conditions.

The prologue has been released simply for public interest. I have no plans as of now but I hope it's enjoyable, albeit short.All Rights Reserved

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Mon, Jan 13, 2020

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The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

In the works by JonNoelMora

Logic is fucked and goddamn thoroughly bendable to anybody with the preference and ability to do so this shit is neither logical nor illogical it's simply pretentious as fuck My first writings as of the age of 16.

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An Infestation. by Fangirl_extravegansa

With a bang, the door flew open and a woman dress who was dress in black from head-to-toe. She wore a smug on her red lipstick lips and threw her hands into the air in a dramatic manner. "I'm back!" She chimed and took a step foward into the room, "Well, what'd I miss?" In the room, the tension grew as all of the emotions said her name. "Depression!" And in response, she smirked at all of them. "The one and only, kiddies." *** Thomas Sanders lives a happy life, with his Personality Traits as his guides. Logic looks at things with a mind; Morality looks at things with the heart; Princey looks at things with creativity; and Anxiety looks at things with fear and doubt. But long ago, all of the Traits hid a dark infestation in a dark, locked, forgotten room in the back of the Thomas' mind. But when Anxiety went and messed with the room, he let Her out. Now it's up to the Traits to defeat the infestation and destroy Her before she effects Thomas' outside life. But how can you defeat a virus when She's controlling the one you love?

The Cello by hayleyoliviawrites

** A Short Story ** In a future where the humans of earth are enslaved; numbed and subdued by robotic systems replacing half their brains and smothering their emotions, a boy discovers life as it had once been.

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Redemption Reserved for Superheros by RDeano

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The experiment.

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.