hey, i'm why. i don't do anything accept for drawings, writings, and occasional musics.
Babel Industries was founded in 1944 towards the end of the Second World War by Doctor Lucien Bias, a pioneering inventor and graduate in applied physics at Harvard University. Babel quickly grew in to one of the largest scientific research and development companies on Earth, with operations on every continent, in every country. As well as working closely with governments all across the world to aid the betterment of mankind, we aim to bring you all of the comfort and contentedness that our technology can offer. Remember, Babel Industries is there for you. And remember, Babel Industries is your friend.
And we are watching.
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Babel is a work of fiction by Liam ChemicalWordsmith Cunningham. Babel and Babel Industries are the copyright of Liam ChemicalWordsmith Cunningham
we had a writing conference last friday during school and i wrote some flash fiction. really short. based on picture prompts.
She awoke to a white room, nothing but a single pair of gloves on the ground. Putting them on, a memory raturned, days spent gardening with her mother. She removed the gloves, and they disappeared. She thought she saw something solidifying in the distance. She walked towards it, but immediately fell to the ground.
She awoke to a white room…
I stood looking toward a place which I had never seen before. The familiarity was striking, but I was used to that by now. Instead, I sank into the landscape. The sky reflected into the sea and both seemed to continue forever. I felt the urge to jump in; I cannot swim. I was tired-of everything-and felt like it could wash it all away. The surface looked solid enough, I thought, considering walking onto it. Ultimately deciding against it, I took another step forward, feeling the dock beneath my feet. As I walked, I closed my eyes, losing myself. There was no longer dock beneath my feet, no longer air in my lungs. Soon enough, there was no longer life withing my body.
I like the second one better, i guess. they are decent enough, though i did some things i don’t like at all. opinions?
The setting is a dark room on a dark day. Light from a projector seems to emit from the board on which it is cast. A lamp sits, nearly unnoticeable, lit in the corner. But only nearly unnoticeable, for after some time, someone spoke.
"Yes?" Her reply penetrated through the silence.
"The lamp, …"
"The lamp…?" she said, beginning to get irritated with the disruption.
"It is on." The response was meek, uncertain, as if its giver was unsure their vision was working properly.
After a moment, the disruption gained confidence and spoke louder, “It was not on yesterday.”
Another, annoyed at the disruption’s speaking, huffed a bit. Soon, too, though the other added—not without irony—, “Yes, yes, the lamp is on. Let us decipher this, what is this a symbol for? Why was the lamp not on yesterday? What could this mean in the novel of our lives?!”
The other’s volume had increased until by the end he was yelling.
The Miss turned off the lamp.
Everyone looked at the screen in silence.
A little something I thought up in class. Tell me how it is?
I’ve made a talksprite!! Expect to see more about this little guy sometime soon.
I… I’m sorry