I create puppets for a living.
That will sound extremely monotonous and maybe unsettling to you, but I enjoy it. I've had practice for forty years, and I've yet to dissatisfy a customer. Sometimes, I get very creative requests: “Make him have a chin four inches from his face” or “Her head should be shaped exactly like a teardrop”. Nothing out of the ordinary for me.
My home is a quaint little building along the outskirts of town. One room in specific is very cluttered and untidy—the workroom. It’s filled with incomplet
In the real world, us humans don’t need superpowers in order to be heroes.
We don’t need super strength, manipulation over the elements, or the ability to fly.
Protecting someone in a time of danger and saving their life—for whatever reason—lets people know that within tragedy or fear, there’s a benevolent hand
Project Seven - Chapter 7 by ChocoLatte5, literature
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Project Seven - Chapter 7
A man was kneeling down on the broken concrete, blindfolded. His hands were bound together behind his back. Rope chafed his skin and made the man's wrists burn, but not as much as the tears in his eyes did. A piece of metal that felt like ice to his skin was pressed hard against the back of his skull,
Project Seven - Chapter 6[part 2] by ChocoLatte5, literature
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Project Seven - Chapter 6[part 2]
K O D Y
I walked back to the booth to find Alec eating from a plate of food he ordered: bourbon-glazed salmon. I was surprised but pleased to see my own food sitting opposite from him and still steaming hot. Maybe Alec bribed(or charmed) our waitress not to serve it cold. He glanced at me when I slid into my se
Project Seven - Chapter 6[part 1] by ChocoLatte5, literature
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Project Seven - Chapter 6[part 1]
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A brunette occupying the hostess stand lifted her head when she heard us come in through the entrance doors. She blinked, then gave us a smile. I almost didn’t notice, but the muscles in her thin face twitched unnaturally. Then in a automated but cheery voice, the hostess said, "Hi! Welcome to the Mermaid's Ta
Project Seven - Chapter 5 by ChocoLatte5, literature
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Project Seven - Chapter 5
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The next two and a half days felt horribly slow to me. Sleeping and drawing took up most of my Saturday. The air felt cloggy since the summer weather seemed to kick in early, so the humidity was at a high level. The house wasn’t the right place to rely on for air conditioning(or food). So on
Project Seven - Chapter 4 by ChocoLatte5, literature
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Project Seven - Chapter 4
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The rest of my afternoon felt like a lazy one. I depended on Jasper to cover which locations of the town Dakota was in most, so I had the free time to do whatever I wanted. When you have a heavy job like mine, moments of freedom during work hours are rare.
It was around four thirty in the af
Project Seven - Chapter 3 by ChocoLatte5, literature
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Project Seven - Chapter 3
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The inside of my house was dingy—the lights in the kitchen and living room would often flicker on and off. Ceilings leaked whenever it rained. Mosquitoes and ants easily got inside since it was practically summer now. There was also the noticeable stench of alcohol and old Chinese food.
This house wasn't great, but
Project Seven - Chapter 2 by ChocoLatte5, literature
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Project Seven - Chapter 2
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It's been four and a half hours playing what I hate most about being a field agent: the Waiting Game. I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel while Have a Drink on Me by AC/DC played softly in the stereo system. I looked out the window of the passenger seat, glancing at the small photo from
Project Seven - Chapter 1 by ChocoLatte5, literature
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Project Seven - Chapter 1
Before there's any confusion, allow me to say that this is not my own story to tell. Not at all. I'm merely the observer for everything that happens—it's been that way for years.
I've lost count on how long it's been. Chances are, I'm not like anyone you've ever heard of. No one truly notices me or gives &