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He woke up and looked into the cracked mirror."Mirror, mirror on the wall, show me the baddies so I can call."The mirror showed him a picture of his sister. He wrinkled his nose in disappointment."Mirror, you're such a troll. Show me some hot beef on a roll."The mirror showed him a picture of a grandma wearing a "Where's the Beef?" shirt while baking bread."I hope she likes abs 'cause I'm calling a cab. Give me her address.""No. Your father said no more cougars.""But I'm a hunter, and I like the safari! Show me a cheese plate with a slice of...
It was terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The mech's cockpit was a cold womb made of damp steel, cramping the pilot seat. The mechanical titan that once stood as justification for humanity's hubris now sat as evidence against it. Its right arm was gone. The gold paint had weathered away, revealing a rusted shell. Yet, as a protector, it had never lost its purpose. Deep inside the freezing shell, two young pilots lay close to each other without touching. The boy trembled, relying on the body heat of his companion to kee...
Warning: This story contains themes of neglect and child death.Tossed away. Forgotten. Dumped in an endless pile of plastic and used napkins. A nasty smell that can never be escaped, but at least the thrown-out toy bunny with one ear can still see the light. The only saving grace in this situation. However, it doesn’t last, because right as it is on top, a ball of junk gets poured on it, drowning it in darkness.The bunny now is suffocating, except it can’t actually suffocate, for that would be too generous. The trash sits there and suffers. ...
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