(Gryffindork99 and I shall start posting chapters of a sci-fi novel here in hopes to keep this club alive. Gonna try not to give too much away. Hope bạn like it, so please comment.)
The scientist was hunched over his lab table, his six fingers on each hand grabbing beakers and flyaway papers. He was very focused until another man walked in. This man was noticeably younger, his face free of blemishes, glasses planted squarely on the bridge of his large nose.
"What do bạn want, Flemming?" The scientist asked quite rudely from his spot.
"Sir, there's a, an um....people are talking. bạn might not like it." Flemming, as he was apparently known, đã đưa ý kiến nervously as he fixed his glasses and shuffled his feet.
"What are 'they' talking about?"
"They seem to believe there once were....humans."
The scientist stood up. "Humans--bah! Don't listen to a word the others say. Humans are purely mythical, humorous, and nonsensical. There never were these 'humans' they speak of. It's only ever been us. Now leave me to my studies." The scientist đã đưa ý kiến as he bent back over his lab bench.
Flemming nodded curtly and left the dim laboratory.
The scientist was hunched over his lab table, his six fingers on each hand grabbing beakers and flyaway papers. He was very focused until another man walked in. This man was noticeably younger, his face free of blemishes, glasses planted squarely on the bridge of his large nose.
"What do bạn want, Flemming?" The scientist asked quite rudely from his spot.
"Sir, there's a, an um....people are talking. bạn might not like it." Flemming, as he was apparently known, đã đưa ý kiến nervously as he fixed his glasses and shuffled his feet.
"What are 'they' talking about?"
"They seem to believe there once were....humans."
The scientist stood up. "Humans--bah! Don't listen to a word the others say. Humans are purely mythical, humorous, and nonsensical. There never were these 'humans' they speak of. It's only ever been us. Now leave me to my studies." The scientist đã đưa ý kiến as he bent back over his lab bench.
Flemming nodded curtly and left the dim laboratory.
This is a poem I came up with
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
bạn đã đưa ý kiến you'd always tình yêu me
a rope of tình yêu wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
bạn took my tim, trái tim and played with it
and now my tim, trái tim does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish bạn had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at bạn
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain bạn gave me and make a different pain stronger.
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
bạn đã đưa ý kiến you'd always tình yêu me
a rope of tình yêu wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
bạn took my tim, trái tim and played with it
and now my tim, trái tim does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish bạn had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at bạn
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain bạn gave me and make a different pain stronger.