They want us to have poverty. They want us to serve them. To work for them. To be happy with our unbearably meagre lot in life. But we have each other. We have each other and that means that we have power. We can’t let them know that we have power, not ever. Because if they know, then they’ll destroy us.
The census is about to begin. I wonder if I’ll be brave enough to get through it. But I have to be. We all have to be. Because far too much depends on us, in this moment.
Humanity has unlocked the elixir of eternal life.
The brain can be cleaned and washed back into youthfulness. The body cannot. But by transporting the brain to a younger body, one that can host it, it can continue living.
The synthetically produced humans are not people. Of course they're not. If they were people then the originally occurring humans would be monsters for killing them and transferring originally occurring brains into their bodies. The originally occurring people are not monsters. Of course not. They just want to live.
And to save something you need to kill something. The synths are a necessary sacrifice.
-----Ika has heard what the originals think about the synths. But she also knows her own heart, and her own grief, and her own terror.
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The lands are burning in misery, drowning in tears.
My name is Mihu. I was a peasant farmer, in the years long since passed. In the times long since gone by. I was taken from my home, back when I was alive. I ascended into godhood when I died. But even as a god there was only so much I could do. Most people couldn't even see me. I could however offer bits of protection, support, and strength to the people of my town and my world.
It's clear to see that the world needs it.
And the baby who just entered this world under the light of the moon? The baby who was just born to an impoverished family of factory workers in the slums? I can tell that the road in front of her will be filled with misery.
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"Beautiful," he whispered and I held my breath in, begging him silently to release me. He softly caressed my cheek with his hand. "And all mine." ~The Silver Fang Pack harbors a secret that hasn't been seen for over a century now. A secret that, if revealed, can not only affect the Supernatural world, but the human world too. A secret that, if loved by the right people, can bring eternal happiness and joy. And a secret that, if abused by the wrong hands, can bring eternal chaos and destruction.
Unfortunately for Ariel Weston, that very secret is her.
Dark/ Werewolf Story
The seventeen-year old is Queen. She should be happy about that, right? She's not only married but she's married to the king.
She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's got a husband who has money and power and rank. Someone she can honour and obey and give herself to. Someone who will provide for her as long as she stays in line. As long as she stayed quiet, stays submissive, stays without an opinion, stays calm and ladylike and (of course) beautiful. As long as she stays worthy of love, worthy of belonging, worthy of what he gives to her.
The seventeen-year old is Queen.
That means she has giant, ornate palaces, crystal chandeliers, hundreds of dresses, and a bunch of food she can't actually eat but can indeed stare at (fat women aren't attractive after all).
The peasants, the people lower down on the hierarchy, don't have that. They don't have food, often, as the price of bread can soar too high for them to buy it. They don't have warmth in the winter, or medicine for when they're sick. What they do have is hard work. Hard work and calloused palms, calloused fingers, calloused feet.
And her heart reaches out to them. But what does her heart know? It's not her place to have opinions.
She has to be loyal. To her man. ... Unless... unless her loyalty truly belongs with someone else.
Maybe the thing she has to be is brave.
Mila Davidson, a calculative and talented woman, CEO of the company founded by her Grandfather falls in turns of events that brings her close to Edgar Taron, a young entrepreneur who becomes The CEO of Taron Enterprises established by his hardwork.
What happens when two Billionaire Clash?
Sparks of love in their dearth Heart blooms something unexpectable.