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“Yes, mom. I’ll be accueil in fifteen minutes,” I stated into my cell phone that had almost become permanently attached to me ear, while I drove along the back roads near the outskirts of town. Rolling my eyes at my mother, I gripped the wheel tighter as the windshield wipers of my car brushed away the showering water of April weather. “Don’t worry so much, it’s not like I won’t be there in one piece.”

“I know,” the worry strained voice of her mother murmured through the phone line. “It just makes me nervous to know that a child of mine, my nineteen an old daughter is driving...

Grey set up his gun on haut, retour au début of the colline overlooking the mansion on the lake. His mark was a woman that had killed her husband in order to receive the life insurance payoff and his rich lifestyle without him. The reason he was there, was because the murder was unsolved without any competent evidence of her crime, so she couldn’t collect the insurance just yet. Her name was Clara Trice-Alrin, a thirty-one an old woman with long dark brown hair, solid brown eyes and standing six inches shorter than him at her height of 5’6. He had her picture in his back pocket, and the woman that had just...

The steady vibrations of my mother’s jeep soothed me into a sleepy calm. That and the fact that we had just left Christmas Eve dîner at my grandmother’s, including a hefty supply of turkey. I could have fallen asleep two hours il y a when my dad had gotten a call asking him to go into work.
Resting my elbow on the passenger’s door of the car, my nine an olf sister Gabrielle tapped my shoulder. Turning my attention towards her, she spoke, “Amie, if we don’t get accueil before ten will Santa forget to come to our house?” Her big green eyes glanced excitedly into my own green ones.
I rolled...

My name is Raine; I was born December third, seventeen years ago. I have nine birth parents but have only met four of them. The parents I grew up with did not conceive me, but did pay for me. My name is Raine, and I was genetically created.

Nineteen years il y a my mother Diana Parks and my father Chris Parks learned that they could not conceive on their own after six years of trying; including four miscarriages. When they went to get tested on their ability to have a surrogate carry their child, they were told the combination of their DNA would mix into something unstable and bring about a great...

This is another sci-fi idea that i had so here it is.

The story goes something like this:
"John Sullivan lives with his younger siblings in a small apartment in Stockholm, but one jour he is in a car accident that destroys his left arm and and the Bones in his right shoulder.

He gets mechanical parts transplanted but becuase of the rules he has to déplacer to Cyborg City without his siblings that has to déplacer in with their alcoholic uncle.

When John arrives in Cyborg City he is taken to the police station and gets locked up becuase he want to get out of there.

What John dosen´t know is that he was taken...

This the basic idea for my sci-fi story, i hope toi like it and have suggestions.

The story centers around the three dimensions Earth 13, Earth 22 and Earth 31,
Earth 13 tries to takeover Earth 31 and destroy Earth 22 because 31 has very rich natural resources but 22 is a very serious threat.

The fourth dimension is called Avalon and the inhabitants tries to get the others to stop the fighting, but instead of doing it themselfes they recruit eight persons from the three earths and gives them the power open portals to get to the other dimensions par themselfes.

Creatures/Inhabitans
Earth 13
Humans,Vampires...