Short stories

My name is Violet. My best friend is a Mundain. Despite what your english translation may depict, his race is not normal. They are not docile or quite. They are brutal and love violence. My best friend, Xavier, is not quite like that. He grew up on his planet the same as I did. A loner, an outcast. We were different and our races were afraid of that. Where he is more kind than violent I am not. I grew up on Mars. Most of the inhabitants of Mars are peace loving. I say most because I do not fit in that category. I'm not always violent, I have some restraint. But I am not the stereotypical Martian. I used to run away a lot to get away from my people. I would find planets where black markets flourished and began building my family. I would pick up the strangers, the fighters, the ones looked on as strange. I built them a family and showed then how to be strong. This is our story
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