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Pappers of the dead
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I freally like the plot, and I'm interested in what happens next. From one anti-ai-writing user to another, good job bro.
If you're open to criticism, the tense is inconsistent in some places and a few phrases could be better worded. But overall, I loved this :]]]]]
also damn this guy's dad he a bvtch <3
This was wrighten with out ai assistence. I will soon add images each week. I will add the next chaper you are welcome to try to make similar stories, just remember to share them.
I am confused. The men who attacked us clearly looked like Mau Mau. My dad said he made alliances with Mau Mau…so why attack us? Was there some miscommunication? And why did they also kidnap my Dad and some of his other colleagues? My body was soaked in sweat, blood, and tears. My throat knotted. Blood was dripping. My heart is bounding. It is heavy. I am terrified. I took slow breaths while cleaning my wounds. Fortunately, I was injured.
After an hour of silence, except for the birds chirping, I lay under a bush in a nearby dark forest, waiting for hours before I crawled out under the dense bushes and ran through the trees to my secret hideout, which is stationed near an old rusty bus station. My legs felt as if they had wings. I did not react to the pain when a thorn bored through my foot, or when a rock tripped me. I just kept going. Running.
At last, I found a safe place where I was sure the attackers would not find me. Near the rusty side of the town. The night's wind was awakening. I slowly took breaths. I was getting cold. I frantically rubbed my shoulders from the cold. I moved around into a bush for cover because of the wind. I slowly sat down and cautiously took out the thorns in my feet. I lost my shoes. They were expensive. I was about to finish up with my feet when out of the blue, a familiar blond-haired face with bright blue eyes and a remarkable frown was emerging from behind the town's rusty buildings. My vision was blocked by the shade of brunches but I know he could see me, though I could see a great deal of his body shape. Like usual, he had his muddy, old, worn clothes on from the day's work. He carried the family's grocery bags. My thoughts raced back to our childhood times. I know my Dad kept his work a secret, but I know he worked for the USSR, retired here in Kenya Colony. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Wilhelm broke away the branches that separated us from each other. Without a word, he knelt, inspecting my wounds, and spoke to me.
“ Hallo, Alexander…what are you doing…I say you really have a nasty cut,” He exclaimed as he pointed to a 5 cm long cut in my ribs. Luckily, it was not too deep.
A shiver went through my spine. I froze. If I am not wrong, that must be a bullet. Tomorrow could have been my funeral!
“You are in a real mess, Alexander.” He stated
“Was that the secret project, or was it something else, huh?” He inquired curiously
I force a nod in response.
“Well, I say, let's get you fixed up, let's get you to your home and get you a nice cold drink with some warm supper,” He suggested helpfully.
I shake my head in protest. I managed to open my mouth.
“Nien, no, I can’t…my family…they might be waiting!” I paranoidly responded. Usually, I don’t get so paranoid, but for the first time, I was paranoid. I am usually controlled and quite like my Russian mom, but not now, after the attack, I am someone else.
“My dad's colleagues were… shot, and our re-re-search… equipment are… are in ruins… All our research equipment is broken(an uncontrollable tear was dripping down my cheeks)... months of work are gone…(A pause of silence) Welhelm, I remember all the other rough times. But I controlled myself…So...sorry for now…I can’t.” His eyes opened so wide I never knew it was possible; I thought his eyes would pop out. Welhelm realized what I have gone through.
“What…Really You are lying, right?” He frantically responded in the hope that I must somehow do some acting for a joke.
I shook my head right and left with a very sad expression as if I had just lost my soul.
“This can’t be so bad…You watch my groceries and my bike, I will check if it is the truth, and mind you, you owe me 2 pennies if you are lying," He stated. Bringing some sparks to my heavy burden.
“Deal,” I responded, half-controlled.
“What uh okay I expect the worst.” He stated that before blitzing off to the scene that took place in our farm.
I sat there for a while in dead silence until my thought was racing back to the past. The Mau Mau was rapidly rising, my dad saw that Colony Kenya would soon be in their hands, so he made a deal with them that he would give them money, that exact amount is classified, but still,l they actually have no reason to attack us, we aren't even British, we are Germans. Maybe Russians, I don’t know, I keep on telling myself. And what secrets could my dad possess that would cost my family’s life? As far as I know, his research is just experiments, nothing fancy. I know we worked on the Me 262 and Ho 229. But those are old days stuff. Maybe my dad knows something I don’t, and the wrong ears heard it? Maybe it was just an act, maybe it is the KGB, CIA, or the M16? Maybe Mossad? Did they make an act to steal my dad's discoveries?