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The change of plan
“Where?” the coach asked the devastating passenger.
“Bring me…” Before he was able to complete the sentence, a shot sounded, and the passenger sacked dead together. A hole appeared above his nose root – right in the “Sniper Triangel”.
“… to the cemetery,” the coach added, put his still smoking gun back in and drove.
How cool!
Oh! How cool!
I got up, the first sun rays saw the battlefield.
wind wore unpleasant horror over the fields.
crowded the bodies of fallen.
The commander cried that the cannon orchestra ripped my ears off in the far away I saw something a little bird on the roof of an old skies standing at our camp.
I looked at him and I was stared.
I only heard, IN DECKUNGβ!!
and before I messed up I closed my eyes forever….
It was once, and is no longer
A huge teddy bear,
He drank milk, and ate bread.
And when he died, he was dead.
How beautiful π
Sure, it was a candle that burned. Then she was burned and it was dark again.
Use artificial intelligence.
It’s not a story.
However, artificial intelligence can write a story exactly to a subject you want.