THE HATED DAUGHTER

THE HATED DAUGHTER

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BOOM !!!!! there was an explosion at the very top of the skyscraper, looking up i saw a part of the building falling there were many people gathered below the danger, behind me was the one of uncle's men that is still trying to kidnap i hid behind a pillar trying to think of a way to save those people without them noticing me , I tied one end of a very thick net to the pillar i was leaning , then i slowly went out of the building without being noticed , calculating the number of seconds the debris was going to take to reach the ground in y mind , i looked for another building to tie the other end of the net, as the debris reached the ground with full speed people started screaming when they realized that they were in danger, the net immediately spread open as i pressed the remote control stopping the debris from crushing the citizens , i watched as they scrambled away in fear , well that was easy. though my mission is not done i still have to escape from my uncle minions if i want to survive
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isolation

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

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