IPL - Mission 3a [Torefi]The skies were really pretty today.IPL - Mission 3a [Torefi]
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“Ah, are you sure we don’t… have any flying types?”
They reminded Remien of the nice, high-quality markers he sometimes sketched with. Prior to his battle with Melanie, Rem had watched the sun set… which meant only evening was left. He’d considered making an ice cream run, but most of the stores were closed due to the Eon festival. Or maybe it was simply because it was late, and groceries didn’t tend toward ’24 hour policies.’ Whatever.
Rob casually explained the plan he had in mind. Rem’s brows lifted, though it was difficult to tell if the motion came from anxiety, or curiosity. “Isn’t that extremely dangerous?” Remien inquired, brows lifting in question.
The stars were nice, too. He might have paused to count them, as was part of his nightly ritual, if not for the fact they were currently blurred specs flying past.
”Not if you use a parachut
Just Another Love StoryAssignment Three, Story & Visual Language – “Want Ad”Just Another Love Story
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William had always been a little unusual, and a little too calm. Growing up, he made friends as quickly as he lost them, typically through no fault of his own. He was often called unlucky, and this trait was feared as though it were contagious. As time wore on, he accepted his fate and he began to keep to himself.
There was, however, one exception: a girl by the name of Sandra.
Sandra had never demonstrated unease around William, and the two had become fast friends. Sandra would often come by to play after school, and eventually the two became inseparable. Time marched on. Their friendship blossomed.
One evening, William awaited Sandra in the backyard of his house, hands clasped behind his back. He rocked back and forth, thinking about all the years gone by. Unlucky? Everyone had it wrong all along. He was, he knew, the luckiest man alive. He hummed cheerfully to himself, until he heard the noise he’d been wa