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Cyberchild Cyberchild clutched the bars, staring at the corridor behind them as if expecting someone to come out. No one did. And if they did, they didn't pay any attention to the small being with afro-styled mop of black hair which didn't fit the milky-white skin. Some glanced at it, but no one even thought to open the cage and let her out. Why would they keep it here? Maybe because Cyberchild didn't know exactly how to make them understand it. It heard different sound combinations, recorded them, but couldn't make them get out of itself.Cyberchild by CarryPhoenix
It listened. Silence was pressing its ears. Sometimes it was interrupted with human voices at distance, mechanical sounds and natural ones. Rustling, wheezing, humming. So different. Cyberchild touched its lips - thin, not plump African ones - with its forefinger. Why couldn't they create the required sounds?
Flap-flap-flap-flap-flap-flap. Someone was coming. Cyberchild directed its unblinking eyes at the farther end of the corridor.
OHFE: Tyler and Saxon Narcissa Saxon was suspicious.OHFE: Tyler and Saxon by CarryPhoenix
This was her usual mood, but right now she was especially suspecting the result of her hunting to be wrong. This couldn’t be so easy. Or could it? Anyway, if her developed genetic memory was correct, if the result was right, the web cocoon under her feet couldn’t be this short. It should’ve been one and a half times longer.
However, the cocoon didn’t stay still for long. There was a faint sound of cloth-like substance ripping, and the being inside jumped up.
“Nae, it be wrong,” Narcissa muttered to herself, but re-checked. This could hardly be the Universe-famous and infamous time and space wanderer known as the Doctor. Though, as far as Narcissa knew, this youngster possessed a striking resemblance to what she thought was the Doctor’s most recent appearance. Dark spiky hair sticking upwards, huge chocolate brown eyes, skinny stature… Long camouflage coat, jeans, white T-shirt wit
Toddler Who: Bowties and Butterflies "Honk, honk! I'm running you over!"Toddler Who: Bowties and Butterflies by CarryPhoenix
Matt jumped into the closest bush, while Peter resumed walking along his way - he knew that Jon was sensible enough and was simply showing off. Unlike those two boneheads on bikes which had almost ran Clara, Matt and Peter's sitter, over some days ago. Peter had sworn that he would show them who was the boss when he had heard it.
"Sorry Mattie!" Jon laughed and rang the bell of his yellow tricycle. The group was spending the day in the town park, and everyone found a way to spend time. Most of the children were drawing pictures on the pavement with colored chalks, some, like Jon, found individual fun, and some were exploring the wonders of nature. John 'Simmy' Simm was lurking around, searching for ways to spoil the pictures when they would be ready, Billy and Romana were quietly sitting with books, and River - who was here as well - was watching out for Simmy, her water gun at the ready.
Matt, not offended at Jon at all,
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Inertia by AsherMane
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is lathered with imagery, and very emotionally
heavy in the face of its subject: Alzhimer's.
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