Carmen W Keith
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I love writting.
Stories (50/0)
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
"No, he wouldn't talk like that, but it gave me this feeling. Because of the accident in the port of Hamburg, the first generation of Lionheart was completely wiped out, and he was the only one who survived. He was sustained by hatred to survive until today, right? On the surface is a flirtatious old man, inside is a wounded tiger, all the time sharpening his teeth. He wants to exterminate the dragons, and those who stand in his way are eradicated, if the school board becomes a stumbling block he will level the school board as well, he can do it. You are becoming more and more like dragonkind and less and less human."
By Carmen W Keith2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
Manstein nodded his head. "I was the one who recruited him into the Kassel Academy, but I monitored his movements at all times from the day he enrolled. If he gets out of hand, I will not hesitate to put him on the danger list and arrange for the commissioner to wipe him out. Only the devil can manage the executive department, and those who travel with me are crazy, what sustains us is not feelings but common goals. Since ancient times the secret party is such an organization, our opponents are strong to unparalleled dragon species, if there are still fragile feelings, then we will certainly die!"
By Carmen W Keith2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
"No, we are not that rash. Since everything is just speculation, the safest way to go before having a more definite conclusion is of course to survey the underwater robots remotely. But every time the underwater robots approached that seabed they lost control, and we recovered the underwater robots to find their circuitry inexplicably fried. This added to the evidence that what was on the sea bed was a dragon embryo, because legend has it that ancient dragons would unfold some kind of field to protect themselves during the hatching process, and those who stepped into their field would experience fatal hallucinations. Biologically speaking, hallucinations are all down to the fact that the cerebral cortex is stimulated, and the easiest thing to stimulate the cerebral cortex is electricity."
By Carmen W Keith2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
"Fortunately the rescue helicopter arrived a few minutes later and I woke up to doctors saying I had suffered an extreme cold. I did a face-to-face dance with death and inhaled the cold air it exhaled, 200 degrees below zero, so cold it almost liquefied. Instantly half of my face was necrotic, my brain temperature dropped to below zero, my blood froze, and the chances of survival were one in a thousand. The doctors did their best to save my tongue, and during the operation my airway was as brittle as a mummy's skin, completely shattered at the touch. I had to wear an oxygen mask at all times and replace my plastic airway every two or three years, or I would have died of respiratory failure.
By Carmen W Keith2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
There was a terrible breathing sound on the other end of the line, a chilling sound, like broken bellows being forced open. The man's lungs were so full of holes that students at Cassell College described his breathing as "like hearing a dried-up corpse come back to life.
By Carmen W Keith2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
Looking in the direction he pointed, the sea level hidden in the black clouds suddenly lit up like burning, the line where the sky and the sea meet was especially bright, almost like sunlight projected on the sea. Then it was like a palace floating up in the sea, the exquisite buildings were brightly lit, more brilliant than any mirage, and the sky and the sea were illuminated in dazzling white by those palace-like buildings. The Moriah began to slow down, and the palace in the sea opened its welcoming door.
By Carmen W Keith2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
Caesar walked in the rain with his cigar in his mouth, the others following, five men each with a black umbrella. "I feel like I'm starting to get old," the twenty-one-year-old student body president exhaled a puff of smoke, "watching young men work so hard for love."
By Carmen W Keith2 years ago in Fiction