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Hello World, I am Victor Risk and this is a story of how I saved the world.
No, not really, but it sure did sound cool though. Right? Okay, not that funny, I understand. I'll tell the truth this time, and this is my story, the story of a young adult who saved a few other young adults from some stuff. I know, vague right, well that's because I want to save the juicy stuff for later.
Well I was b...
My name is Pedro O’Hara and it is my job to protect.
Over the years I have adopted many names, some cool, like the Masked Warrior. Many uncool like the Crime-stopping Spandex. Though, no matter what my name was, I always did my duty.
Today is a big day, because today is the day that I retire. Even though I’m only 30 doesn’t mean I can’t retire, right? I mean there is so many more people that ne...
Every year on October 5th,
A man comes around that’s not a myth.
He carries a suitcase in his hand,
Full of anchient minerals softer than sand.
These minerals can heal any man or beast,
For a perfect life this is the yeast.
As he enters our town on that fateful day,
He says anyone can be perfected with a slight pay.
My little leg has been broken since,
But my family only owns 5 pence.
I beg to the...
It started on January 16 of 1995, a little quiet voice saying, "Jeffery Dahmer III, I'm in your walls!"
Now it's 2055 and the quite voice is more like a distorted screech, but don't think I haven't tried to get rid of this abomination.
The first few years of the mysterious message I gotbkicked out of numerous apartments for ripping out drywall and breaking boards.
I tried therapy, but they all ...
Journal Entry - 2073
Its been ten years since I've talked to or even seen Margaret, but today I noticed her at the mall. Out of pure curiosity I approached her and started conversation, "So Margaret, how have you been?" "What are you doing here?" she responds in a ride manner. "What do you mean? I was just coincidently entering the mall the same day you did." "sure, sure" Margaret says in a hush h...
I woke up this morning.
Got out of bed.
Got dressed.
Headed to school.
School could easily be described in one word.
Loud.
The students were Loud.
The teachers were Loud.
Even the wind seemed to be Loud today.
After school, I go home.
And that’s when I meet my dear friend,
Quiet.
Quiet leaves me in peace.
Quiet let's me relax.
Quiet is quiet.
Sometimes though, I don't like Quiet.
Why?
Becase...
What does red mean, it means strife, anger, stop, and blood. Well the streets definitely ran with red. Red draining across the streets. Red on the walls. Red on people, lots of people. Who am I? You might ask, I am detective Risk and it is my job to explain the unexplainable, to make the impossible seem possible, and to justify the unjustifiably crazy things of this planet. In this instance, as I ...
The street was quite that night, people were minding their business while cautionassly walking along the sidewalk. The cars and their mellow light created a comforting glow that brought down the daily strife down among the people. The cats licked their paws, the dogs chased their tales, babies sleeped in their strollers, lampposts released their protective light. Oh, how I wish that this street wa...
“Stand here” the officer says to me as I walk to the photo area of the prison. “Flash” ‘not my best picture in my opinion’ “Hey can I get a reshoot” I say jokingly. “Stop joking around, (I Geus he didn’t think it was funny) now you get two choices, you can either be formally educated or you can try to survive in F.F.Y.L. (Fight For Your Life).” “Well obviously, I’ll choose option two! And of cours...
As we stepped into the machine I could already feel the wonder of it even though we hadn’t started yet. “Okay students, stay calm this part gets a little bumpy,” said Miss. Herring the time travel simulation instructor.
The room began to shake and smoke began to poor out of the pipes at the bottom. “A journey though time” the narrator of the machine announced. The backward Timelapse began. As I lo...