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Hey, My Name is Chicago

Its_Me_Tweek_Tweak

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Reads 269
Votes 20
Parts 16
Time 1h 25m

Its_Me_Tweek_Tweak

chicago clone sciencefiction

I'm very bored. Insanely bored. Wanna hear about my life? Heh, yeah, I know you do. Come on in because it's gotten kinda weird lately. 
Have you ever been cloned? Cuz I have. And honestly.....

Well, it kinda blows....All Rights Reserved

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The Days I Remember by StarkidLuna

When I was little I never thought this would happen. I never thought I would be here but here I am with tattoo number on my arm. I can't escape, I can't see them again, I'm here, and nobody will save me or the people I am with. There are many of us, I can't even tell you how many people are here but I know it's past the thousand mark. We are here because of one thing, we are different. In their eyes different is bad. I guess it is, well it seems like it is but it's really not. See this one guy had this plan. This plan was to destroy a group of people who didn't believe in what he believed. He put it in people's mind that these people were not even human just animals and that we needed to be taught a lesson. Because we were different that was the problem. My name is Holly Amelia Cohen and this is my story. This story is now publish and you can buy it if you want (http://www.amazon.com/dp/1494393867/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_xP-Psb0ES7QX416T )

The Lost Bionic Sibling (Lab Rats Fanfic) -EDITING- by Believe4Ever14

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Confessions of a autosexual ✔️ by dawa-tenzin

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Tevun Krus #126 - Clones by Ooorah

Wouldn't it be nice to have a clone to who helps us with menial tasks? Someone we can trust to do everything exactly the way we would do it ourselves? Or let's imagine you have a serious accident - but there is nothing to worry about since you are able to replace your body with a new, identical one. And as a plus, it's even twenty years younger. Now this brings up major conversations about identity. Are we more than a sack of cells? If someone creates a perfect copy of you, will it really be you? Ooorah and enjoy!

"My vibes aren't the same as your groove!"-The Emperors new groove/school oc fic by actuallyabiscuit0602

I'm used to a hyperfixation consuming all aspects of my life, but seriously? Now I have to lie constantly so no one finds out that I'm from another universe. Should be easy, right?

Like Nobody Else by TheBlackSorceress

Haunted by the mantra "I'm nobody," I echoed these words in my mind, feeling as though my entire existence revolved around catering to the happiness of others. Despite having friends, a constant undercurrent of self-doubt lingered, as if I were an anchor holding them back. In the shadow of my brother Adam's fame with the renowned band Three Days Grace, I was the family's black sheep, an outcast in our town. My academic prowess and hardworking nature seemed to count for naught, dismissed by my father as failure. Even my past relationship revealed a cruel truth - I was a mere experiment for my ex-boyfriend's infidelity. While my brother Adam basked in the heroics of our town, I felt cast aside, deemed a potential threat to other teens and shunned like a contagious disease. Despite my pleas for help falling on deaf ears for years, my existence seemed insignificant, unnoticed. The reflection in the mirror, one last look before I just contemplated ending it all, reflected a soul weary of pleasing others at the cost of my own emotions. With black lipstick, I scrawled a poignant question on the mirror: "Are you happy?" In the final, desperate act, as I pushed myself to the brink, a rush of relief mingled with the pain. Yet, as I succumbed to the darkness, a familiar voice called my name, disrupting the silence. Awakening to a hospital room, my feet tied to the bed, a blond-haired, blue-eyed figure lay by my side, a silent sentinel. Even in my darkest moment, he defied my wishes, standing vigil over the remnants of a life I sought to escape. The tangled web of emotions unfolds as I grapple with the unexpected second chance, questioning whether the bonds of love and resilience can conquer the shadows that once consumed me.

The Runaway by SilentoWriting

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Everyones Obsessed* by Cie1_5

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The Karma Project by knikole_

Today I want to die. Not because of anything in particular or specific, but just because the utter thought of ceasing to exist sounds devastatingly euphoric. To make the noise stop. To stop this stabbing pain in the lowest pit of my stomach that's causing a burning sensation that crawls all over my skin, making me want to peel it off. To stop the guilt that festers every time I take a breath-- an oxygen thief. To stop the constant urge to detonate over anything and everything that dares to love me because in all-- I could never deserve such an honor. Today I want to die. For the longest time, I thought I was just unlucky. That sometimes life doesn't work out for everyone, and for people like me; things just never get better. I had settled into the life of being unlucky, reveled in it, and found comfort in knowing that no matter what; I would just be categorically unlucky. That was until I realized luck had nothing to do with it. It's karma. It's the idea of what goes around comes around, and what goes up must come down. Didn't some philosopher speak to that once? However, it isn't my karma. Well it wasn't at first-- somewhere down the line after all my wrongdoing I'm sure it has switched to mine. But I am the poor soul stuck with my father's karmic retaliation. The karma that he deserves has been thrown against me as some sort of sick cosmic joke-- I'm sure he'd actually celebrate and feast on the fact that once again, he still gets to hurt me even from his grave. Too bad I killed him before he had the chance to see. *Book One in the Karma Duet. Book Two is now in progress, titled: The Karma Study*

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The Days I Remember cover

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Confessions of a autosexual ✔️ cover

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"My vibes aren't the same as your groove!"-The Emperors new groove/school oc fic cover

Like Nobody Else cover

The Runaway cover

Everyones Obsessed* cover

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The Days I Remember

When I was little I never thought this would happen. I never thought I would be here but here I am with tattoo number on my arm. I can't escape, I can't see them again, I'm here, and nobody will save me or the people I am with. There are many of us, I can't even tell you how many people are here but I know it's past the thousand mark. We are here because of one thing, we are different. In their eyes different is bad. I guess it is, well it seems like it is but it's really not. See this one guy had this plan. This plan was to destroy a group of people who didn't believe in what he believed. He put it in people's mind that these people were not even human just animals and that we needed to be taught a lesson. Because we were different that was the problem. My name is Holly Amelia Cohen and this is my story. This story is now publish and you can buy it if you want (http://www.amazon.com/dp/1494393867/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_xP-Psb0ES7QX416T )