Face transplant

The year is 3031… Except it’s not really 3031. In fact, it’s not really any year because the government decided that civilians knowing the year apparently gives us too much power. All records and calendars were ordered to be destroyed back in 2020. Back then, the Ancients tried to continue keeping track of the years and for decades they were successful. However, as the Ancients started dying out, their decedents cared less and less about the year. Now, only the top scientists and high ranked…

“Hello,” it growled. Hot salty tears were streaming down my face and I started to scream. It’s long fingers wrapped around my face, muffling my noise. Sobbing out of fear, I tried to pry them away. They were just too strong, I couldn’t do it, and I was trapped. I knew what was going to happen next. Death. It grabbed both my arms and started pulling…

of running I reached the the goat, weapon and armory. I melted a hole in the door with the hot torch I found on the ground. There was a security guard but, before he even knew what was happening I ran around the corner and I goat punched him in the face. (LIKE A BOSS). I was running as fast as I could I turned the corner and “whack” it was my best friend Charlie. I’d completely forgot about him since this morning. He was a chicken. I asked him where he had been the whole time. “Well I have been…

proud of you Nathaira.” Athrysion murmured, licking her affectionately on the face “Very proud.” Nathaira’s heart swelled even more, if that was possible. “Come,” he said, “Zeythra will want to hear of your first kill.” He stepped back from her and their bodies began rippling as if they were staring at their reflections in a stream. Snow fell from their backs as the silver fur receded, muzzles drew back into their faces, ears and tails disappeared, backs straightened and lengthened, and paws…

broke his leg and punched him in the face. But one completely unexpected thing happened. He had a cast on to show that his leg was broken. He also had fake blood all over his nose, trying to prove that I physically fractured his nose causing a result of…

Water rushed around his ears, tossing his body like a ragdoll through the currents. A blurry face stood in front of him, its smile stretching from ear to ear and eyes gleaming brightly. Union had never felt so tired. All the energy had been sucked from his body, leeched out like toxins from his skin. His heavy eyelids closed once more, the breath…

they change what they have they won’t have anything else. And that cannot be said for the Caucasian Americans. They will change everything about them until they aren’t even the same person anymore to fit an idealistic person. Their hair color, there face shape, their bodies, and even their eating habits. They will do whatever it…

Benedick says “God keep your Ladyship still in that mind, so some gentleman or other shall ‘scape a predestinate scratched face.” And with that she replies “Scratching could not make it worse an ‘twere such a face as yours were.” (A1; S1; L 131-135). Feeling maybe a little insulted she goes to say that scratching on ones face would be an improvement compared to looking at a face such as his. She is very feisty and ill-hearted to him in the beginning because of a hinted past that they have had…

both eyes. Something here is not quite right and I screw my face up in concentration. Tears mean someone is sad, sad is worse than glum. People do not usually cry when they are glum, apart from my uncle Roger who ‘suffered from depression’ and cried sixteen times in all of the times…

It is a sin to write and read the following. It shows the ways in which the character, Equality 72521 from the book Anthem by Ayn Rand, and how he was not in by any means wrong in writing what he had written. The following will go through the community, himself, and finally his independence from the community and his “brothers” of his old life. The community is the words you hear most often when talking about an environment. It’s one of those words we are all taught when we were younger about…