The day started like any other with big puffs of gray smoke from the towering factories, a greenish sky, spiking rain and the horrible smell of rotting blate. *(blate- A mouse like creature with 3 eyes and small cutting teeth). I typically wake up at 6:50 in the morning when the guards are asleep and the stealing from opening shops is easier. I love the thrill of running away from Camean bakers since I can escape so quickly and get rewarded very well with their delicious food. I don't think of myself as a criminal but I know what you're thinking "You're robbing, that can get you arrested!" Don't worry in my 5 years of robbing I haven't gotten caught not even once so I can pretty much say that I am a pro at it. Even though stealing is fun and rewarding I didn't want to choose this life. You see this life chose me and I wasn't so happy with it at first since it was destroying me completely.But I learned to live with it and it was hard but I made it.
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A Lost Journal From Space
Ficção CientíficaZaava is a Tamerian girl that lives in the streets robbing food from whoever she can just to live. Her family was killed by a fatal plague and ever since she had not been the same. But one day she found a journal that would hold the fate of the univ...
