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I'm a writer. I write pretty much anything, going from horror, suspense and mystery to comedy, humor and action (don't forget fanfiction!). Unfortunately, I forget to upload my work about 90% of the time.
Itty Bitty People and the Human Brain It was a sunny day. The sky was a bright blue, with not a single cloud in the sky. The sun shone brightly down on the busy city of New York, heating the mass of bustling people going about their own business. Some were tourists, some salesmen, and some ordinary people who lived in the city. One ordinary girl was wiggling her way through the massive crowd, with a yellow backpack on her shoulder, bright orange sneakers on her feet, and a smile on her face. She had long, flowing black hair, and a spring to her stride. She seemed like a perfectly ordinary woman, with an ordinary career (she was a doctor), and an ordinary future.Itty Bitty People and the Human Brain by Otama-Owl
But she would only be ordinary for a little longer. In fact, she would only exist for a little longer.
Scientists have always wondered how exactly the human brain works. Shrouded in mystery, all scientists know is that all the body’s functions, reactions, and capacities rely heavily on the brain.
Prohibition Monologue I am trapped.Prohibition Monologue by Otama-Owl
Trapped in a net of poverty and duty that I have no chance of escaping from. Being a bootlegger didn’t turn out as easy as it seemed. It isn't just delivering booze to clients in the middle of night. It's the fear of being caught by the police . . . I'd get years in jail for a bootlegging conviction. And rival bootleggers who are desperate to get rid of other competition will kill you. I was cocky, and thought that it wouldn’t be so hard. I got in knowing it was plenty dangerous, though. I knew that I might get killed by a rival. But I have a family to feed. They depend on me, I’m their crutch. I have t’ earn money for them. If only mum would get a real job instead of whoring around the city, creating even more mouths to feed. Don’t think that I don’t love my family. I do. But how can I be happy, and truly live, if I have to always take care of them? Day after day I work, selling booze and dodging the
Basil's Memories Basil treaded the hallways of the headquarters, tired and hungry. Having just returned from a mission, he tried to avoid contact with all other members, for he could get quite touchy when hungry. Luckily, everyone knew how he could get when hungry, and they avoided him. The hunger pangs that racked his stomach brought back memories of his kittenhood. Memories of days without food. Bad memories, and good ones.Basil's Memories by Otama-Owl
Upon reaching his quarters, he helped himself to a nice fat mouse. As he ate, his mind wandered back to the previous trail of thought.
He had lived with his mother and littermates in an abandoned apartment building. Back then, he hadn't known what an apartment even was. He and his siblings had simply called it home. Its roof and walls had been full of holes and cracks. One of the upper floors had lost one wall entirely. The ceilings had been painted white, and the walls a combination of cream and p
Tin Town When you arrive at my hometown, the first thing you see is a sign that says 'Welcome to TinTin Town by Otama-Owl
Town'. That's not the name of my town though. It's a shabby sign, made of scrap metal. The
writing is scrawled on in a loopy style of writing. Carter made it himself. He always wanted to put
one up, for fun. No one's taken it down yet. As you go further into the town, you notice that all the
houses are made of some sort of metal, mostly tin. You may wonder how a house made of tin
lasts like that. Don't bother asking me, I don't know. It's the house's secret, I guess.
There are some really big machine-like factories, but I don't know what they make. There's a
faint metallic smell around them though.
A little further in, there's a small red barn (made of wood) that Jared keeps his horses in (two
horses to be exact). When the horses aren't in, Carter and I like to hang out in there, especially
the loft. There's lots of hay, and even