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Bugger Off I said BUGGER OFF You're still here. You're very persistent aren't you. Fine.. You can stay... My name is Eva by the way. I'm very powerful.
Steve was alone in a strange place. Strange animals surrounded him. He reached to touch the grass at his feet, it destroyed in front of him and disappeared. Why did this happen.
"What is it?" I whispered. "I.. I'm not quite sure. A pre-zombie maybe?" Notch replied. "I know I'm god, but I did not create THIS." Notch looked at the man in blue, with a ragged beard, and dark...
My name is Avisha. My Mother and Father were killed by the Brain Alterations centre. They were going to alter my brain, and kill me after they collected my research. But I escaped. I almost died.
I awoke, my mind foggy, my eyes blurry. I spluttered and bolted upright. I was alive. They hadn't killed me. But where was Hurricane. And where was Avisha.
"Avisha. Don't kill that snake!" I growled. Avisha, my daughter, was only two weeks old. But she had grown fast, as panther kittens do. Hurricane was as strong and as brave as ever.
I roared at the top of my lungs. Attracting crowds around my enclosure. "Call the medical. She's giving birth!" screamed my father.
I whimpered. My stomach churned. Another scratch. The kitten wouldn't calm down. 'quiet little one. Mother's here!' I purred.
Two months had passed. The crowds had died down a little. We were more of a sideshow.
My days were very repetitive. Get up, drink, eat, hunt for any birds that may have flown into the enclosure, growl at the crowds, etc.
I was tossed into a green metal box, the floor was covered with straw, and the metal was covered in tiny little drilled holes. I growled slightly before I was injected with a dart that put me to...
Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out. Push. Commands I gave myself, obeying each one as it popped into my head. Push Aisha, PUSH. Breath Aisha. Push again. AISHA. PUSH.
In south east Opuss a serious crime has occurred where over 500 people have been given a 'super wedgie' at the Opussion Annual Fete.
Humpty dumpty sat on a wall,. Precarious it was it was hard to fall,. He watched the sun set, and fading light,. The coldness grew as he sat through night,.
We all agree that Opuss is brilliant. I think opuss is 100,000,000 times better than twitter or Facebook. This cat needs it's cream - fame.
There are three fears an opuss writer can face. 1) no one has liked your story yet. 2) there are no comments. Why don't you write the first. Go on, don't be shy!. 3) 20% battery remaining.