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Short Story

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, mar 28, 2018
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Shhh... Silence your thoughts Lean a little closer to your screen I'll help you connect the dots In a brain of the wolverine She stalks back and forth In her cage of stone Going from south to east to west to north And bringing stories with her with a last, annoyed groan >>>>>>>>>> Hello everyone! That poem doesn't necessarily summarize the stories as most of them are unrelated, but it was fun to write. Have fun digging through my brain!
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**This a rough story i did many years ago. It's rough but can be a good read if you use your imagination a bit....** This includes four short stories 1. The Big Heist (Story Of Mi'co) 2. Madness of Mi'cio 3.Enemy of Mi'cio 4.Ghost of Mi'cio Here is a scene from part two Madness of Mi'cio: She couldn’t see her mom but she followed her voice, she walked toward it. “Mother, what is going on?” she whispered. “Nobody knows.” A voice on the right answered. “Something really weird is going on here, Rose. There is something wrong with Webb and his gang of justice dealers.” Her father warned. “Beware of them.” “Is there anyway I can get you guys out of here?” she whispered. “No. Webb has the only security card that has access to all the prison doors.” One of Webb’s jailed officers informed her. “Is there anything else I should know?” she whispered. There was silence as each of the prisoners considered. “There is a spare blaster in my room,” her father whispered, “keep it with you always, and don’t hesitate to use it, Rose.” This is a first attempt at writing, check out some of my other stuff ( better writing, I promise) and let me know what you think! Thanks!! :)

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