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Love graphic novels and crime fiction marvel star trek star wars films jack reacher
Expresso1241
Love graphic novels and crime fiction marvel star trek star wars films jack reacher
Love graphic novels and crime fiction marvel star trek star wars films jack reacher
Love graphic novels and crime fiction marvel star trek star wars films jack reacher
We met at a bar it was a very charming encounter. I like to lips I like her lips. She like my smile. Her eyes gleamed into mine eye is flooded. My heart beat more my pulse beat it like a butterfly I could smell the breath of perfume in my mouth and the prickly mess of the hair along my eyebrows the soft skin gestures, imagining the texture of a skin the feeling of her touch the softness of her face and her intention
He will give you death and you will love him for it. It was a ominous tune a voice. Why would I love him for death? I will not let kill him kill me for I am beyond death and life An eye for an eye of mine revenge is revenge. What is the difference for? There is none I may be sick or perfect in hell but so is the world and therefore if it gives me death I will give him death and we will both go to hell.
POV 1: The Artist Elena tilted her head, studying the old oak tree in the middle of the field. The late afternoon sun draped golden light over its gnarled branches, tracing shadows through the deep grooves in its bark. Each twist and imperfection told a story—years of growth, of weathering storms, of resilience. She imagined painting it in oils, capturing the warm hues of the sunlit leaves and the deep blues of the shaded bark. It wasn’t just a tree; it was a masterpiece shaped by time.
POV 2: The Engineer Daniel crossed his arms, eyeing the same tree with a different lens. Its roots spread wide, stabilizing the soil, its branches stretched in a near-perfect fractal pattern, balancing weight and wind resistance. He estimated its height, considered its strength. A structure like this could inspire new support designs—efficient, natural, enduring. To him, the tree wasn’t just an object of beauty; it was a blueprint for something greater.
Two minds, two perspectives—both seeing the same tree, yet seeing entirely different worlds.
He was missing the train. It was stuck. Nowhere he was left on a deserted planet then like a phone booth. He ran to it very well that sort of miraculously teleport himself to another place shimmering light the atomisation of particles speed of light down a fibre wire to another place The pain and suffering in the feeling of all of your parts of your body in our reforming within the chamber, the contortion splitting the atoms quantum of developing the human body into the sumof its parts.
In the cold freezing Arctic long forgotten spaceship with a new technology made from a new metal was trapped in the ice. looking outwards a chill was setting in. They had to be quick to excavate the space ship before the Chinese and Russia satellites to take their presence and start asking questions and sending their own excavation team. It was stuck in the ice huge and they and the midwest suffer for a first bite and the freezing frozen secret grip them slowly.