My Weekly Reading Progress Report

Upward and onward to the ever expanding list of possibilities, opportunities and outcomes.” Yeah that sums it up its a work in progress but I’m very passionate about it
Let’s take Silver for example,
doors wide open let’s say. You know the saying “put your mind to it and you can do anything.” Well here you have a few more options
I think this puts it into perspective pretty well

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Onon, Brandon, Shima and Milazha all asked for some so instead just to air on the side of caution.
Laya took the lead, as they looked towards Silver and walked away.
Silver was held up in security for some reason, whilst the rest of his group got to be taken to their new home.
They walk over and look into Silvers eyes, he pushes her face away from his.
“Hey Onon, can you come with me for a second or two?” Aluma asked calmly, as she got up and walked off.

Chapter The Mansion | ＥｎｔｒｙＮｏｌ by ıllıllı ⱠØ₦₳₦Ø₣₣ł₵ł₳Ⱡ ıllıllı at Inkitt

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WARNING: This story is just some stupid passion project. The story isn’t great so read at your own risk! Also, how did you find this?Exposition. . . .It was the middle of the day, here I was eating pancakes; that I had reheated in the microwave for a bit. I know, I’m really a cooking master. I decided I’m going to do something better, then masturbate in my apartment. I know my life is pathetic, I live alone working a nine-to-five grind; in this tiny ass, six hundred square foot apartment. One that I had to actually finance for ownership. I do have a job, and am currently trying to major in software engineering, but other than that. The monotonous, boring, existential dread and pain, is all I have for myself. Ok that was a bit dramatic but, what can you do when you’re all alone? So what do you do when you live in a lonely apartment, with a lonely person, that doesn’t even know he’s good enough for anyone, or even a romantic partner? I mean I could try to get one but, I don’t know if I even have a chance of anything good coming out of that. The only things I have are family and friends, that I love to death. I don’t think I'm doing enough, for any of them to deserve having me in their lives. Man fuck this shit getting all moapy, I’m going outside for a walk, at least it’ll get my mind straight. Something that my cousins and I both have trouble relating to. Oh god, how long has it been since I've gone on a walk like this, hell maybe it’s been an entire century? God almighty, looking at the sun makes my eyes water quite a bit. Well at least the neighborhood is nice, I see some dogs running around, children playing at the park, the general atmosphere is just very clean and relaxing. I’m glad everyone is having a good time, one of the neighbors walked up and said something to me but, I could care less. It’s whatever, as my response would probably just agitate them.The Confrontation. . . . “I’m strutting through this place, this is nic-,” I was cut off when I heard something strange.“What the hell was that?” I wondered, seriously starting to have an anxious feeling in my gut. That damn tunnel is making those noises, “this can't be good!” I thought to myself. “Damn, is some creep trying to kill me? Whatever it is I’m going t-” my mind was interrupted, when i could make out a vague figure; in the distance toward the other side of the tunnel.The figure addressed me with a shy tone of voice, “Hi, who are you?” I instantly fuck up our conversation “Hey uh, do you… walk with those two legs?” I said anxiously. “See? I’m such a dumbass…” I thought to myself as the words just spilled out almost like vomit.She then let out a Giggle, and spoke. “You’re such a good conversation starter Hehe.” “That was, a joke! I uhh…. am a comedian! Yes, a very terrible one with bad jokes so that you can laugh in a goofy manner.” I say with a bit of phantom confidence. I was looking towards her general direction,“I can definitely tell that you’re a terrible comedian, but you look confused like I’m a ghost or something. You’re so bad with conversations.” The figure told me, with a bit of a chuckle between her words. She paused for a moment before continuing,“I am very good at conversations, but that’s not the point, who are you anyways?” She said as if somewhat offended.

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