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Volunteer flatmatesIt was a clear and sunny morning in May. The sun was high with not a cloud in the sky. In Peterborough in the United Kingdom, there told of two teenage boys who were living as next-door neighbours in a block of flats. On the second floor in room number 217, a young 15 year old boy was under the covers of his bed with the curtains still closed to the outside world.Volunteer flatmates by LevelInfinitum
His name was Jason Terrell. He was currently dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts and a sleeveless black T-Shirt. He woke up from his slumber and got out of bed, tidying his covers and then going to open the curtains at the window.
Meanwhile, next door in apartment number 216, there was another young boy at the age of 17. His name was Elliot, but unlike his next-door neighbour he was already up and dressed in his favourite clothes. He wore a purple t-shirt, blue denim jeans, and a white hat. He was sitting on the side of his bed rubbing his feet, and putting on a pair
Passage from Taser LaserPassage from Taser Laser by LevelInfinitum
“What happened to my arms?” Jason asked.
“When you were involved in that car attack, your whole body was damaged. But you claimed that you couldn’t feel your arms, right?” Replied Professor Flynn.
“We’ve had to do the worst Jason. Your arms were beyond repair and needed to be amputated. But rather than just leaving you with no arms, we decided instead to replace them with these new bionic types.”
Jason took another good look at his arms. Whatever remained of the fleshy arms he was once using, had now been replaced all the way up to the shoulder blades. He gently rubbed the palms of his now titanium hands across the lower arms, surprising himself at just how smooth they were.
Richard became surprised at Jason’s reaction. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Unlike a boy to react in this manner. Most people who have been in
I'm a Receptionist and administrator for a Supported Employment group, a gift aid accountant for a sports charity, a self-published author, and I have Asperger's Syndrome.|
I live in Peterborough in the UK, in a modest three floor house, and I am a keen story writer in my time.
Unfortunately, my drawing skills are not so good, I cannot create my own great works like many others, without working from (dare I say it) Copyrighted material (Shamefully).
That's why most of my work is either flash or literature.
Current Residence: Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, United Kingdom, Favourite genre of music: Various, Operating System: Windows 7 Ultimate, Favourite cartoon character: Chris Thorndyke, Personal Quote: 'Can't Do' doesn't exist when you're with Level Infinitum.
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Pokémon Trading Card Design (Awaiting Details)
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Paw Squad [Episode 16, Part 4] (Queued)
A Miracle to Remember [Final Part] (Proofreading)
Anthro Transformations Story (In Progress)
Hulk and Dragon Transformation (In Planning)
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The Dressing Room MachineThe Dressing Room Machine.
12 year old Chris Harvey was just an ordinary schoolboy who had a fascination for technology. He was the son of a single father, a world famous inventor who specialised in the creation of quantum-mechanical devices. The devices aided them both in their everyday life. Devices included a robot maid and butler, automatic walk in shower, and a car which could be driven on it's own free will. But more recently, one of the inventions that the father had created was a mechanical dressing room. He had created two of them, one for him and one for Chris. It was only in its prototype stages at the present time, but the device meant exactly what it is named for. It's quite simply this...the machine is capable of dressing and undressing a person via quantum computing. All you had to tell it, was whether to dress or undress you, or to try on something new that you've never worn before. As nearly all types of clothes wer
The Dressing Room Machine (Ver II)The Dressing Room Machine (Ver. II)
12 year old Chris Harvey was loving the dressing room machine that his father had created for him. In recent years, the machine had been made into a working prototype which won first prize at a local trade show, and has since made media coverage. The father was paid a considerable sum for his invention, many hundreds of thousands of pounds sterling. With the extra money, The father decided to expand on his inventions, including upgrading the current technology that the dressing room machine had.
Chris Harvey was running up to the front door of the house where he and his father lived, after making the two mile walk home from his school on a wet and rainy Wednesday afternoon. He was wearing black school trousers, black shoes, and a brown coat to protect himself from the rain. Chris used his house key to let himself in, wiped his feet on the doormat, and closed the front door to keep the rain outside. He took off his
As the economy continues to go out of proportion, jobs become more scarce as the days continue to go by. As the number of people out of work, and the number of people living on the dole both increase, it will become a never-ending story of the same old lies that will cling onto our world until hell freezes over.
Job wise, there are good clean jobs, and there are the really dirty jobs, all of which occur in many shapes, sizes and forms. Farm work was a very dirty job, but as the famous saying went, 'someone's got to do it.' And that someone who I knew was a dab hand at farm work, was a young man known only as DL. He was a british white male aged 15, standing 5ft9, sporting short dark brown hair and red eyes. He wore green farmyard overalls with braces, a dark brown straw hat with a yellow band around it, and a pair of tall brown boots.
DL was very lucky to have a job, even if he was only living on National Minimum Wage, due primarily to the unwill