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Hi hi everyone! I just wanted to say that I have decided to shorten episodes from now!
Wishing everyone a nice day!
Wishing everyone a nice day!
Update: I am trying to pass Milestone, so getting on to the next level. I was thinking of adding pics to the story so that it is more visual pleasing and interesting. But, I decided I'm not going to update the past episodes just to add the pictures (cuz it's a lotta work lol)
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!!!Sneak Peak!!! of Duet With You❤ ep. 8
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Yoomi: Psshhhh!!!!
Yoomi quickly stands up and cup‘s Soojin‘s mouth
Joon-woo: I already know.
Yoomi: (╬▔皿▔)╯ HOW?
Manni: (holds a grab of Yoomi‘s arm. Quietly says) Yoomi
Yoomi: Ahh, ne. Ahem, get out.
Joon-woo: I knew before. (looks through phone)
Yoomi: (speachless) w- wh- since when?
Joon-woo: (looks at Yoomi) From 3rd grade…
Yoomi: (raises her voice) WHAT?
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Yoomi: Psshhhh!!!!
Yoomi quickly stands up and cup‘s Soojin‘s mouth
Joon-woo: I already know.
Yoomi: (╬▔皿▔)╯ HOW?
Manni: (holds a grab of Yoomi‘s arm. Quietly says) Yoomi
Yoomi: Ahh, ne. Ahem, get out.
Joon-woo: I knew before. (looks through phone)
Yoomi: (speachless) w- wh- since when?
Joon-woo: (looks at Yoomi) From 3rd grade…
Yoomi: (raises her voice) WHAT?
Hi hi! Just a quick reminder: New episodes, (Duet With You❤), are released every Wednesdays , just for those who didn't know ;)
Two new updates!
1. I just released a new book "Am I Original?" For anyone who is interested in a dystopian fiction! Please make sure to check it out!
2. Just released a new episode (ep.6) of "Duet With You❤" Please make sure to check it out!
Thank you♡
1. I just released a new book "Am I Original?" For anyone who is interested in a dystopian fiction! Please make sure to check it out!
2. Just released a new episode (ep.6) of "Duet With You❤" Please make sure to check it out!
Thank you♡
My short story: PT3
We arrived at work, there was a big sign on the building, Y.I.Robots. All four of us were new to the job, so as soon as we entered, we were greeted...by robots.
“Welcome to Y.I.Robots! Would you like me to be your assissted serivce?”
“No.” Castellen said abruptly. So abruptly, that we all turned to look at him.
“Typical Castellen.”Ruth whispered to Henry, making sure Catellen couldn’t hear, but all of us seemed to hear it anyway.
As we walked further down the white metallic, spheroid building, we squinted of eyes, due to the strong lights that hung all around the walls. It was very bright there that at every glossed surface, would be a blinding gleam of light, that would hit your eyes, and would paralyze anyone.
We arrived at work, there was a big sign on the building, Y.I.Robots. All four of us were new to the job, so as soon as we entered, we were greeted...by robots.
“Welcome to Y.I.Robots! Would you like me to be your assissted serivce?”
“No.” Castellen said abruptly. So abruptly, that we all turned to look at him.
“Typical Castellen.”Ruth whispered to Henry, making sure Catellen couldn’t hear, but all of us seemed to hear it anyway.
As we walked further down the white metallic, spheroid building, we squinted of eyes, due to the strong lights that hung all around the walls. It was very bright there that at every glossed surface, would be a blinding gleam of light, that would hit your eyes, and would paralyze anyone.
My short story: PT2
“Good morning Belle,” Ruth said with a warm smile, as I sat down next to her.
“What do you think of the Ranger-3.5? The new bus model?”, she asked the group. Castellen turned around, when I noticed him wearing a mask. Oh no, I thought. I put my mask on.
Sometimes the air become so toxic, that it become mandatory to wear one. I remember a image, one that I could identify rather easily, one that just popped into mind while I was at work. I don’t know where the place was, but, the sky was clear; something that we get only in a blue moon. It wasn’t light blue, but more of a navy tone, and I saw the strangest thing. There it was, all alone, a white cotton fuzz, floating in the sky, like a jelly fish in an empty sea.
At first, I thought I had gone completely insane, but when I told Henry, he thought I was lucky to see such as fortune. I was silent.
“These masks are such a pain, can’t even breathe properly,” Henry complained. He was always the one to complain at everything. Not even as a 36 year old adult, can he be serious.
But, the masks never bothered me, I could always “breathe”; my lungs always lifted and dropped, as if they were automatic. Sometimes I wondered, that they have no use, because that’s all the do, increase and decrease volume. That’s all.
“Good morning Belle,” Ruth said with a warm smile, as I sat down next to her.
“What do you think of the Ranger-3.5? The new bus model?”, she asked the group. Castellen turned around, when I noticed him wearing a mask. Oh no, I thought. I put my mask on.
Sometimes the air become so toxic, that it become mandatory to wear one. I remember a image, one that I could identify rather easily, one that just popped into mind while I was at work. I don’t know where the place was, but, the sky was clear; something that we get only in a blue moon. It wasn’t light blue, but more of a navy tone, and I saw the strangest thing. There it was, all alone, a white cotton fuzz, floating in the sky, like a jelly fish in an empty sea.
At first, I thought I had gone completely insane, but when I told Henry, he thought I was lucky to see such as fortune. I was silent.
“These masks are such a pain, can’t even breathe properly,” Henry complained. He was always the one to complain at everything. Not even as a 36 year old adult, can he be serious.
But, the masks never bothered me, I could always “breathe”; my lungs always lifted and dropped, as if they were automatic. Sometimes I wondered, that they have no use, because that’s all the do, increase and decrease volume. That’s all.
A short story I made: PT.1
It was February 12th, I was getting ready for the day. My clothing had been folded neatly on the chair beside my bed from yesterday, as usual. I didn’t remember anything that happened yesterday, as usual.
I got out of bed, put my shoes on, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After the full three minutes were over, I changed my clothing, and checked my journal. Flipping each individual page until I got to February 11th.
“I went to the supermarket to get some food, and saw Mr. Brunne on the way,” I started reading the page aloud. “He stopped by me, and so he started talking about his week, and how much work he had, and how rarely he could see his family,” I got a strange feeling in my stomach, so I decided to stop reading. I can’t read today. I’ll be late, I thought.
My journal was the only document I had of every day, of every encounter I had, of every thing I did. So I read every morning the things that I did yesterday, so that whenever someone would ask me, ´Do you rememer...´, I could say ´Yes´, even though I didn’t. Though, sometimes, I get faint images in my head, memories from the past, however, the images are so vague, it would be a miracle to be able to identify some of them.
This journal kept my life in order, like a basket containing the same fruit, but more important.
The bus I arrived to the station I had waited every morning, all seven days of the week. I looked at my watch, 7:30 it was, just like usual. As the bus was halting, I noticed that it was a new model. It didn’t have any wheels, but instead, hung down, attached to the wires that held it in the air. New models are officially being released today! It said, on the side of the bus.
Inside the bus were all the same people, business-men and -women , like usual. Henry Emmens, Castellen Solace, Ruth Mcnaire, and a few others I never talked to. Henry and Castellen were sitting in front of Ruth, while she was sitting alone, with an empty seat next to her.
It was February 12th, I was getting ready for the day. My clothing had been folded neatly on the chair beside my bed from yesterday, as usual. I didn’t remember anything that happened yesterday, as usual.
I got out of bed, put my shoes on, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After the full three minutes were over, I changed my clothing, and checked my journal. Flipping each individual page until I got to February 11th.
“I went to the supermarket to get some food, and saw Mr. Brunne on the way,” I started reading the page aloud. “He stopped by me, and so he started talking about his week, and how much work he had, and how rarely he could see his family,” I got a strange feeling in my stomach, so I decided to stop reading. I can’t read today. I’ll be late, I thought.
My journal was the only document I had of every day, of every encounter I had, of every thing I did. So I read every morning the things that I did yesterday, so that whenever someone would ask me, ´Do you rememer...´, I could say ´Yes´, even though I didn’t. Though, sometimes, I get faint images in my head, memories from the past, however, the images are so vague, it would be a miracle to be able to identify some of them.
This journal kept my life in order, like a basket containing the same fruit, but more important.
The bus I arrived to the station I had waited every morning, all seven days of the week. I looked at my watch, 7:30 it was, just like usual. As the bus was halting, I noticed that it was a new model. It didn’t have any wheels, but instead, hung down, attached to the wires that held it in the air. New models are officially being released today! It said, on the side of the bus.
Inside the bus were all the same people, business-men and -women , like usual. Henry Emmens, Castellen Solace, Ruth Mcnaire, and a few others I never talked to. Henry and Castellen were sitting in front of Ruth, while she was sitting alone, with an empty seat next to her.
Sneak Peak of ep 2:
????: ...Whatever… I‘m leaving.
Yoomi: Ok, I don't really care?? but, where‘s he going? (looks at his bag, sees paper that says ACADEMY MUSICAL. Yoomi is going there too) damn...
???? : (turns around) What?
Yoomi: Oh, nothing. I gotta go now, so bye (bows)
????: (realizes) Oh, right! Girl, can you tell me where this place is? (takes out paper from audition)
Yoomi: ...
????: ...Whatever… I‘m leaving.
Yoomi: Ok, I don't really care?? but, where‘s he going? (looks at his bag, sees paper that says ACADEMY MUSICAL. Yoomi is going there too) damn...
???? : (turns around) What?
Yoomi: Oh, nothing. I gotta go now, so bye (bows)
????: (realizes) Oh, right! Girl, can you tell me where this place is? (takes out paper from audition)
Yoomi: ...
