
A dogs lifeThis one I like, written two years ago, and found in my Box O' Crap as I cleared it. There was no assignment, no school teacher ordered it, it was just something I wrote, right out of the blue, in the comfort of my own bedroom. My first horror story. It's funny, the random thoughts that pop into your head...
The old man sighed. He glanced at the young boy at his side. The lad seemed to have attached himself to him. He didn't know where the boys family was, or even if they were still alive. "How are we for supplies, lad?" he asked. The boy checked the bag beside him. "Five bottles of water, half a loaf of bread, a bag of apples and some c A dogs life
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old old old old old old old storyIn order to prep for the army, I have been clearing out my room, digging through my Box O' Crap from way back when. In one, I found an old essay from...god, what was I, ten? I used to me home schooled by my parents, and I had been set an assignment on what I did in my summer holidays, and my dad said that if I wanted, I could make it up. So I wrote my first ever piece of fan fiction. Anyone here played masters of Orion II? It's an old PC game where you run a space empire. I wasn't very good at it, having the tactical knowledge of a house fly, but the alien design was awesome, and I'd always play as one race that looked like cats. Any-hoo, old old old old old old old story
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Chapter 5: brothers, where art thou?Imperial palace, Reepor. Emperor Markus paced over the floor, six legs clicking over the polished marble as he listened to Khan's report. "-The political situation is very tense, Sire. Many races refuse to believe you have any intentions of peace, despite your stated desires, and the Kerchu flatly refuse to have anything to do with us. They have quite the grudge it appears." "Well, we did enslave their race during the days of the Great War, so I think they're justified in this case. They can wait. Over time, they'll get used to us. What matters is the non-aggression pact between us and the Lombaxes. If we can sign it, it will go a long way Chapter 5: brothers, where art thou?
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