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Thylacine RevivalTwo months after birth.
The young quadruped seems to have a stable state of health despite the events that surrounded its development.
The lab had created an installation mimicking the womb of a common marsupial. The genesis bath was filled with a solution based on a chlorine lead to regenerate cells from a donor whose decomposition process had already begun. The laboratory then had access to samples of a Tasmanian tiger fetus preserved in formaldehyde since the 1930s, which I started doing experiments on. After finding the exact concentration, the cells were bathed in the fountain of youth.
One day, after the first month, the researcher Germanotta arrived early at the workplace and had looked at the basin. Gasping, she was stayed paralyzed for a while before running in the parking lot.
He lives! He lives!
Car horns and shouts of joy were breaking the atmosphere. Inside the membrane of the embryo, the faint glow of the new red heart was beating. I marveled at this creature who had not
Oceanic Misadventure - Chapter 2In my cabin, I was nervously walking in circles; teeth clenched together as I was trying to think how I could figure where we have crashed when I wasn't even conscious when we wandered off of our trail. On my desk, next to my tricorn, laid an opened map kept opened by the use of a knife. The more I walked and the more I thought, the more I started to get frustrated mumbled how stupid I was to think that I would ever be able to figure out the solution to this problem. I started to make my fingers going through my brown hair as my powdered wig absorbed too much water after I got it by the barrel during the attack. Sighing in frustration, I kept walking faster and faster until I sat down at my desk and banged my head against the map, punching the wooden surface of my desk with my fist right next to my. How was I supposed to guess where we had wondered off when I wasn't even conscious the moment we drifted off? My teeth cringed at the thought of not being able to help my crew get back home
Oceanic Misadventure - Chapter 1It has been two months since we set out to sea. My ship, finely made by the best boat-wrights in the country, was named Le Picolaton in honor of the bird of legends punishing people for their laziness. I, the captain leading this expedition, was asked from our king, Louis XV, to find any strategic islands that could be used in the war against the British army who were invading the lands of the new continent. Everything went smoothly, until we went too close to the British island and were forced to flee south. As we passed the land of Spain, a terrible storm broke out.
Waves of wind were going through the sails, whistling through our ears as we kept trying to keep the ship from sinking. On board, everyone was panicking. Sailors trying to safety inside the boat, some others tried keeping the sails in place. This hell of wind showed no signs of calming down or going away. I was yelling orders left and right, telling my crew to keep in position until a barrel lifted by the wind knocked me
Like a FriendI have always been afraid of the dark.
Whether I ever admitted it or not, I was never able to withstand living in the shadows. For every minutes spent in Darkness sparked the most horrific, cruel, twisted abstractions of reality my mind can conjure. Every monsters, diseases and stories I would have read or seen while browsing the web would come to live in the two-sided blade that is my mind. It can be from something as simple as making my way back to my room at night after a shower to pedalling through the dark woods to get back home after a day out.
Today is different. Today, or rather tonight, I’ve walked in darkness and wanted nothing more than for it to engulf me, disappear within it and be part of it.
Feeling lost and gloom, I was more than welcoming somebody that finally did understand me, somebody that has always been there for me, but that I have never noticed.
As I walked into Darkness’s welcoming arms, I finally took my long needed embrace.
Thoughts lost in timeI just need to talk, interact,
With someone, anyone.
But I have no one.
I had you, now I don’t,
I lost you, but I deserved that
And you deserve it too,
Someone better than me,
Someone who would treat you right,
Someone who will help you the right way
And not someone who destroys everything,
Not someone who wrecked everything he was fighting for.
Someday, maybe, I will finally be that man.
Someday, but not today…
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