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Toddler Who: The Bluest Hobo "Shush!" Matt looked around, then grabbed Patrick's hand and pulled him across the street. "It's here".Toddler Who: The Bluest Hobo by CarryPhoenix
"What's the secrecy, Matt?" Patrick asked, having almost tripped over his own feet while running after his friend.
"All adults don't like him. But he's good... See the phone box?" Matt pointed at the farther end of the road. "He usually spends nights there".
"What, he has no home?"
"Clara says that he's a hobo". Matt shrugged. "And no one would allow him to have a real home. Dunno why... I think he's returned".
Indeed, an old-fashioned phone booth - from those the rest of which had been trashed a long time ago - was sticking at the very end of the street, quite far from the houses. Unlike the booths which stayed as a decoration, it was painted blue, not red, and was not empty - something like a huge potato bag was seen through its blurry glass windows, and this "bag" was snoring.
"Mr. Tardis!" Matt called out, knocking at the door. "Mr
Lady Ogilvy vs. Real Life GirlLITTLE LADY OGILVYLady Ogilvy vs. Real Life Girl by CarryPhoenix
Has an angelic appearance.
Always smiles at photos.
Never resists tidying up.
Never gets dirty.
Is always polite.
Never demands buying something.
Never does anything which is not appreciated.
Starts reading at three and writing at four.
Is interested in everything required for her future life.
Enters school at the age of five.
DOES NOT EXIST.
YOUNG LADY OGILVY
Always dresses according to latest fashion.
Has the appearance which is every girl's dream.
Has studying as her priority.
Has a great lot of friends and is the heart and soul of any company.
Has no bad habits.
Always returns home before the dark.
Reads cleverest books when she has free time.
Takes part in international conferences and competitions and wins each and every time.
Keeps her virginity till her wedding.
Marries after finishing her studies.
Has a baby at perfect age for this and has no trouble with the process.
Gets a job as soon as she has time for it - and as quickly as possible
Of Trust and Fur I did not expect that my first night on this planet would be so silent. To be honest, I thought that all the clever things made by giants are required to be noisy all the time. But at night everything was quiet. So very quiet that I didn't even believe my ears at first. I was used to noises of forest, and river, and insects. But here in this box nothing gave out a single sound... apart from its occupants.Of Trust and Fur by CarryPhoenix
I stood up, stretched myself against the wall and jumped onto the closest thing made of black wood and something soft to get a better look at those who were still sleeping, though it was already dawn - I could see that from the hole in the wall: the sky color was just right for that. For all the raindrops and tree leaves, they couldn't even sleep without additions! Their heads were resting on that which looked like piles of soft warm snow, and they were covered with some odd kind of their second skin which didn't take the shape of their bodies, like the usual second skin
The Kid Who Wanted Nothing His name was Anthony. And he was infected with a very rare disease. The most horrible about this disease was that it made its carriers think that they were all right. It didn't have any symptoms like rash or high temperature - its source was hidden deep inside.The Kid Who Wanted Nothing by CarryPhoenix
Anthony agreed with everything and everybody, even if the points of view were opposite. His eyes - green with brown dots, as sick as himself - never shot from side to side in search for oddities. His classmates had chosen their permanent occupations three years ago, while he still couldn't choose any. Two months were his much, and he never expressed his positive or negative feelings about any occupation.
His older sister Jacqueline was the family's pride. She had chosen her occupation at the age of six, while the average age for this was thirteen. And she achieved everything in every competition, while Anthony always had average marks, including low ones.
It was useless to tell
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Inertia by AsherMane
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The creative use of the repeated line, the loss
of both good and bad memories, and the pain
it causes the sufferer are expressed phenomenally well.
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I am a simple student. My love is languages, so I study English, German and Chinese. I also write stories and poetry.|
Current Residence: Everywhere I can be in
Favourite genre of music: Music with sense
Favourite style of art: Fantasy
Operating System: Windows XP
Favourite cartoon character: Rocket from "Galactik Football"
Personal Quote: I don't lie. I tell incredible things or the ones you don't believe in