《My Book of scribbles》Badly write A.I. story
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One day there was a snow storm outside the house - which we are told happened on Christmas Eve.
It didn't matter what time of the day this was - the same conditions.
We were staying in a three-bedroom penthouse that required a huge amount of cleaning and maintenance throughout the year - we also had a big shed - and there had been some snow in the last few days.
The winter of our lives seemed to be coming to a close.
I didn't want to come home as soon as this cold, stormy winter was over.
I wasn't sure what to think, and then I thought about the weather: we still had enough ice on the ground to allow us to go out; I could still read; a car was still there; the window frame was in working order, despite some damage; nothing was frozen over in our home - at least that day. And there we were, being so vulnerable to our surroundings.
I took a taxi the next morning from the hotel to the car park to go to bed, but I stayed with my mum, who didn't want to make the connection between our climate change and any future disaster or other event that might occur.
I didn't talk about the cold all night because it wasn't just the weather, it was actually people I knew who, because they were actually able to look at something different than me. And that's something every person has to see to come to grips with it. It's definitely got to be a conversation you're having with yourself and your friends. It has to be something for you to be proud of and to remember about you. That's really what it is and it starts for anyone who's ever had bad dreams and is scared, because no matter what you are, you have to be able to look at yourself and say "I'm not scared of anything, I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of any of the shit that's going to happen. I'll have no regrets, I'll be fine, I've got this job. I'll be fine." That's really what this is, and I'm pretty much doing that.
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DICKERSON: You say you have to be able to look at yourself and say "I'm not scared of everything. I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of any of the shit that's going to happen. I'll have no regrets, I'll be fine, I've got this job." I hear you, but I'm thinking, I'm not afraid of death because you have never even heard of that! That makes all the difference!" She raised a finger as she laughed. "I mean, this is how they're supposed to treat my sister, I didn't feel it at all. The only thing that makes me feel like they're treating her is the fact that I've never even heard of them. I don't mean that at all...I'm a little wary."
I don't know what she meant by that. In all the stories I've read about this, she always seemed like a nice friend, even the ones where she died...or died alone. That's it.
She continued her tirade with the last of the food, "And so when we started having this talk back in the library, I just went on a rampage and took every possible care to make sure everything was as safe and sound as we could be. It helped, yes."
It's been like an eternity since I've read anything about this book. I didn't get any good feedback from it.
"Then it took the best part of a month for things to start coming together."
You don't do that for any of your stories, do you?
"I just can't get past...I hate this. I don't want anybody in here. I really don't." He looked at the others, then stood and walked away quickly, before taking his coat and going back outside.
He wasn't alone. He was followed by three men. Each standing at his side with their hands in their pockets. All of them with a single thought in their eyes: "I've got a thing."
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But what was he thinking as they walked?
When one of them reached through his own pocket he found a small plastic bag containing five small plastic bags of what looked like crushed glass: "What'd you just do, you little fuck-up?" There was a single word spoken in that order, and Harry didn't want to believe it, but it was true. The glass had fallen from his pocket into the sand, shattering in the shallow sand and leaving shards around his hand.
He stood there, stunned, mouth agape and trembling with terror as the fragments hit his hand. One of the men, who had his arms folded over his stomach, said, "Oh my...I've got a thing now. What was that all about?"
It was then that they realized their mistake and quickly changed their direction, and were looking for the other two.
They then stopped at the bottom of the cliffs and took out their mobile phones and started recording, including an audio recording of an incident that was made by one of the officers on the scene about 7:30 p.m.
Marlow has been charged with possession of a stolen firearm with criminal intent, possession of an instrument of crime, possession of an explosive substance, possession of drug paraphernalia and possession of a weapon in relation to the commission of a robbery that was reported around 9 p.m. and occurred at 12:35 a.m. Monday.
He is currently being held on $20,000 bail of which he waived his right to appeal, according to the court documents released Friday.
According to court documents obtained by the Gazette, he is in the seventh grade.
Marlow is currently being held in the Grady County Public Safety Department and will appear a date in court on July 13.
If you are concerned about a juvenile that is living with a person who is a fugitive, please call the local police department or report the runaway to the Federal Emergency Management Agency's Hotline by calling 1-800- FEMA (1-800-631-4357).
The Grady County Sheriff's Office's Fugitive Apprehension team, along with the Grady County Sheriff's Department, the USGS, and the Grady County Crime Apprehension Team are providing resources and personnel to assist with the investigation into the investigation into an earlier reported burglary of an isolated home in the Grady Center. Investigators with the FBI, the Grady County Sheriff's Office, the USGS and the US Marshals Service were assisted by the Grady County Crime Apprehension Team and the FBI, the Georgia Bureau of Investigation, the US Marshals Service, the FBI Joint Field Office, Georgia State Police, the FBI's Crime Lab, the Grady County Sheriff's Office, and various other agencies.
If you have further information on the case, you may contact the Grady County Sheriff's Office at 678-527-1234 or the FBI at 202-727-6500.
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... And My Skillet
A long time ago, a child was born under the great blue sky. Many a Dwarf grumbled at the auspicious event, tugging furtively at their beards at this ill omen. A year later as the expedition had begun digging into the virgin hills of their new home, the grumbling of the doughty mountain people rose to a disbelieving furor when the yearling passed over the ritual offerings that would determine his lot in life. Instead, the as of yet unnamed child crawled over to a skillet fresh out of the fire and begun picking at the rock bread, unconcerned with the heat. Shouts turned into laughter, frowns lifted into craggy smiles. Upon placing a handful of the bread into his mouth, the infant’s face grew so grim and stony not even the eldest of the present Dwarves could match him. There was a durable ore within this babe, of that the Lore Keeper was sure. Yumly Ironhand was thus named, the beginning of his great tale immortalized on the rune walls of his clan’s history. “It’s pronounced Yoom Lee and no, rock bread isn’t a misnomer.”
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Lifetimes ago, a young woman named Vin was summoned from another world to defeat a Demon Lord and the Great Calamity that birthed him. After successfully saving that world by subduing the Demon Lord, she lived out her life there as a celebrated Hero. At her death, the Pantheon, a collection of all of the patron deities of all the many worlds, offered her a place among them. She accepted and thus, she created her own world to watch and protect, and named it Xael. Xael, a world of magic and swords, flourished for centuries, but now... Now, there are signs of a Great Calamity approaching, much like the one that caused her to be pulled her away from her father and sisters so many years before. Unwilling to see her world fall, Goddess Yvinne decides to do the one thing that she can to save her creation, and even herself. Summon a Hero from another world. However, the Summoning did not work quite correctly, and the "Hero" she got? Well...let's just say he's not exactly what she hoped for. This is a story of a nobody becoming somebody, and a goddess remembering what it was like to be a human.
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8 119Black Boar Band
Devin Tenfingers just wanted to make enough money to live comfortably. That isn't so much to ask, is it? In a new land, across the sea from the Old World, the town of Mossglenn Depot is the only civilization in an untamed wilderness. Funded by private enterprise, Guilds and Contracts are the way of law. Devin created the Black Boar Band, his very own guild, to get moderately rich and make enough of a name for himself that people might pause on the streets when they see him. Unfortunately, many others had the exact same idea. During a disastrous Contract, Devin and his ragtag band of people find themselves embroiled in a conspiracy involving his hated rival, Bronn of Bronn's Buyable Blades. As they dig deeper into this conspiracy, they soon discover there is more to this land than anyone previously thought, or imagined. And perhaps they are not the first to inhabit it. [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 103The dragon witch
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8 210stranded // tom holland
"I need my Titanic moment. ...be my Jack for 2 minutes, will ya?""Sure thing, Rose."*this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously, this story and my original characters are mine- do not steal !!! thx sis, xx.
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