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I enjoy writing sci-fi and fiction stories. I also use character creators to show my heroes and soon villains and friends.

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Chapter 3: Voices of Freedom
Martian found it odd getting used to his newly upgraded house. First, the house, once a single story, now had two stories of empty rooms, including a basement for storage. Luckily, his room was located on the first story, but hadn't changed shape or placement. In fact, his room was the only room not touched by the construction crew. Sekret's room was placed next to his, with a large bathroom adjacent from their rooms. Martian took the extra steps to add a locking mechanism to the bathroom, just in case Sekret was using the room to prevent accidents or some form of interruption. The kitchen had also been upgraded, with a larger area to work in, a better stove and a dishwasher, and the fridge had multiple storage areas for frozen foods. In short, the new Extraspecie Hotel had replaced his tiny house near the end of Lubin City, yet he was troubled by a few things.
“How am I suppose to pay half the bills....?” He mumbled to himself, looking outside in the backyard. The construction crew was remolding his pool into a larger one, with a back patio for relaxing.
“I though the Director said he would take care of costs?” Sekret asked, walking into the living area. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, so Martian assumed she had taken a shower.
“He did, but does that apply to the bills like electricity and water? Or those it include food or utilities?” He asked. “See, I my have written two books, but that doesn't mean I have a lot of cash on hand.”
“If it's bothering you, why don't you walk up to the Peace Point and ask him?” She replied. “He also did say if you have any questions, you should go see him.”
“Yeah... Might as well...” He sighed. “You wanna come with me? The weather is a lot cooler than yesterday.”
“No thank you. I much rather wan tot read the new books I obtained yesterday. Besides, I'm not much of a fan of walking a long deserted street to the city for a few questions.” She replied.
“Are you always going to start making jokes about ho I should live in the city?” Martian asked with a chuckle. Sekret replied with a light chuckle, and shrugged.
“Well, maybe until you get the hint.” Sekret replied. Martian laughed alittle, then grabbed his shoes off the floor.
“Do you want me to get something from the city for dinner tonight?” Martian asked. Sekret sat on the new couch, which seem to support her weight. He felt sorry she had to sleep on his old couch, but was glad she broke the springs. The old couch was in much need to be thrown out, ASAP.
“Hm, now that you mention it, I have a craving for fish since our journey into the city.” She replied.
“I know a fishermen who could get me a deal by the docks. I'll ask.” Martian replied as he finished tying his shoes. “By the way, how was the shower? I haven't used it yet.”
“It was amazing, actually. We never had showers like human ones, only large bathing areas that were like hot springs here.” She replied. “Even though it was much different, it still felt peaceful.”
“Might need to try it after dinner then.” Marian replied. “I'll be back.”


The trip into the city was east. Not a lot of traffic but a simple cruise. He had once though of getting a license to operate a motorcycle, but the idea of him behind the wheel of a motorized vehicle haunted him. He though he soon get nightmares about motorcycles, which he felt was a pretty lame excuse to use. The Peace Point Tower was very large once you got to its entrance, with the tip of the tower touching the sky itself. The inside lobby was filled with a number of booths which held humans and Extraspecies, talking to another large set of humans and Extraspecies. Martian assumed that this is where Host families go to become Host families or have questions. In the center of the lobby was a large number of elevator shafts with tubes going up into the ceiling or down from the ceiling. Martain walked up to the first empty booth he saw, which held a woman with brown hair in a pony tail.
“Can I help you today, sir?” She asked.
“Yeah, I was wondering if I could speak to Gerald?” He asked. “Oh, I'm sorry I mean the Director. I'm a friend of his.”
“Is you're name Martian Williams?” She asked after looking down at a computer monitor.
“Um, yeah.”
“Well, you're in luck. The Director has stated many times that his tight schedule is always open for time with you.” She replied. “He's up in his office, most likely speaking to Extraspecie leaders or having a cup of tea.”
“Who knows with that guy. Can you take me to him? This is my first time here.” Martian asked, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
“Of course.” She replied with a nod, and stepped out of the booth, or more like slithered out, as her lower half was complete snake. The booth made it hard to tell her lower body was that of a black and white snake.
“You're... a lamia?” He asked.
“Hm? Oh, yes I get that a lot from two legs like you.” She replied.
“Two legs, huh? I can see why lamias call humans that.” Martian replied as they walked up to an elevator. The lamia placed a key into the panel, and an elevator came down softly.
“The Director was right about you.” She remarked, looking at him. “You really don't care about appearances, do you?”
“Of a sense, we are all the same thing in our minds. Yeah, I don't care if you're a spider or a snake. I see Extarspecies as humans with amazing changes.”
“I wish many two legs like you existed...” She mumbled as the elevator shot upward quickly. Martian paid no attention to the number of floors they passed, but the view of the outside world through the large number of windows infront of them. By the time they reached the top floor, the elevator came to a complete stop, which startled him.
“We're here, Mr. Williams.” She said.
“Thanks, miss.” He replied. “By the way, what's you're name?”
“It's Amelia.” She replied. “I had a different name, but I like Amelia better.”
“I like it too. It fits you.” He said as he walked towards Gerald's office, which was blocked by two large doors with a elegant design. Martian assumed the odd monument on the doors were something from the Extarspecie Nation, but had no clue what. He knocked at the door, and jumped when a man opened the door, who was not Gerald. The man wore a tattered cowl over his head, and had dark skin. His eyes were a strange blood red, and had small horns sticking out of his unkempt hair.
“Ah, a visitor to the Director I assume?” He asked with a bizarre accent Martian couldn't put his finger on.
“Yeah, is he here?”
“Of course, dear friend. Otherwise my visit here makes no sense. Ah , where are my manners?” He replied sharply. “I am known as Cancer, but friends call me Clark.”
“I'm Martian. Why go with a name like Cancer?” He asked. Martian assumed the man had a ffew screws loose in his mind, but didn't point the fact out. Clark gave a puzzled look to Martian.
“You're unaware of my work, Martian?” He asked. “I'm the voice of Extraspecies Host Program, who encouraged other Extraspecies to see a world beyond their own.
“Yeah I'm not a big part of the Host Program. Gerald put my name under the family list in case he needed to set up a home for runaways.” He replied. “Sorry if I offend you.”
“Ah, not at all. Its sad, really, about runaways. They seek a new life, only to be rejected by the aliens of the New World. Ah, forgive my language there.” Before Martian could reply, Gerald appeared in the doorway, a tea cup in his hand.
“I was wondering if I was able to speak to my friend, Clark.” Gerald said with a chuckle.
“Ah, well, he's an interesting human. Limited with history of Extraspecies, yet he does show that spark you once had, Gerald.”
“You do know you'll be late for your flight back home, right?” Clark was silent for a few minutes, then nodded.
“Of course. Farewell, Martian, and I hope to speak to you again in the near future.” Clark said before disappearing in the closing doors of the elevator.
“He's an oddball.” Martian said.
“Yes, but a smart oddball, even for his kind.” Gerald replied.
“What kind of Extraspecie is he anyway?”
“He isn't. He's a mutant.” Gerald replied. “Born between a human and Extraspecie. Rejected by both kind, he became a voice for others like himself, and helped me form the peace treaty.”
“I had no idea about mutants.” Martian replied.
“Yes, well they're being classified as a subspecies of humans, so they're not well known like Extraspecies.” Gerald replied. “Currently, he's attempting to allow mutants into the Host Program, hopefully to get awareness for his people.”
“Huh, I like him already.” Martian said as Gerald led him into a medium sized office with a window to the right with the biggest view of the city, overlooking the ocean. On the far left was bookcase with various of books, two which looked like the spines of his own novels of Journey. A desk sat infront of the doorway, with two chairs set up to face the desk.
“So what can I help you with your untimely appearance?” Gerald asked, sitting down on his own chair behind the desk. Martian sat on the chair facing the desk.
“I'm concern about the bills with the hotel. Mostly towards utilities like water and electricity.” Martian explained. “I may have some money, but I don't want to run out running a hotel that size.”
“I said don't worry about the prices. I paid the bills for you, Martian.” Gerald replied. “I'm well aware of your concerns, but I believe there' more to your visit.”
“Well, there's also the question about food or other products. Does your whole 'paying the bills' fit that too?”
“Martian, are you anger with being forced to work a Extraspecie hotel?” Gerald asked with a concern look.
“No, I'm just... Ok, I'll admit I'm somewhat angry, but that's only because you keep doing that thing where you assume the answer and force these things onto me.” Martian explained. “I get you're trying to help me out, but, I wish you would give some forewarning about this.”
“Yes, I realize this...” Gerald mumbled. “To be honest, you were living a rather destructive lifestyle, isolating yourself from everyone else, having reacquiring nightmares about Julia's death, and keeping your problems to yourself. I didn't want you to destroy yourself.” Martian sighed loudly, and nodded.
“I don't know how you got over her death so quickly...” He mumbled.
“Like you, I distracted myself. I took a tour to the Extarspecie Nation, and found myself the Director of the whole operation. You, however, began to write the story of my sister, one that brought you fame from two different species of intelligence. But unlike you, I was around people, while you were cooped up in your house. I knew a roommate could help you, but I didn't know how to help you.”
“But then Sekret came along, looking for a home.” Martian replied.
“And since she enjoyed your story, it was a twist of fate.” Gerald replied. “But in the end, everything worked out perfectly, right?” Martian nodded, then took a deep breath.
“Yeah, I guess. Sorry, I had to get that out of me.” Martian replied. “So, about the food?”
“That part I also forgot yesterday.” Gerald replied as he fished into his desk and pulled a strange credit card out.
“What's this?” Martian asked, taking the silver and blue card from Gerald's hand.
“That is a Host Family Supply Card, used for buying food or other products from any Lubin City store. The costs are cut in half, or more in the case the family is making less money than others.” He replied. “Use this for whatever is planned for dinner, or for those nasty messes needed cleaning.”
“Please never say that again to me.” Martian said as he slid the card into his back pocket.
“Ah, forgive me, it was something I though of a few weeks ago. Saying it out loud seemed silly compared to saying it in my mind.” Gerald replied. “Well, is there anything else you need?”
“Na, that's about all I had to ask. I need to get going anyway. I need to pick up some fish for dinner tonight.”
“Fish? Ah, for Sekret?”
“Yeah, she had a craving for it since yesterday. Why do you ask?”
“Some species of spiders eat fish, so an Arachne like Sekret might also eat fish.” Gerald explained. “I figured you knew.”
“I did, but you have that look like an evil idea came to mind.” Martian said. Gerald chuckled, sat up and opened the far door.
“Oh, I do, but I'll let you guess it later on.” He replied. “Just remember, Martian, to trust your heart and follow your force.”
“My force? Ok, now whose the smart oddball; you or Clark?” Gerald chuckled loudly.


Once he left the Peace Point, he quickly headed towards the docks in order to collect the fish for dinner. He planned to purchase salmon, since he knew how to cook salmon, and was the only type of seafood he ate. Oddly, despite living by the coast, Martian never liked seafood. It puzzled him. Once he reached the docking areas, he turned to the only boat he bough fish from; The Wolfsmen, a boat owned by a man he called Silver, who had white hair, yet looked young for his age. However, once arriving at the boat, he saw Silver working the crane, but had issues rising the net from the sea.
“Need a hand?” Martian asked. Silver looked behind him, and gave a sigh.
“Please do. I think I caught something heavy this time around.” He remarked.
“Or you're getting old.” Martian joked.
“Hey, I'm not that old. Get over here and help. We might be able to lift it. If not, I might cut the net and lose potential cut.”
“Don't worry, but I am here to buy some salmon from you.” Martian replied, grabbing the rope to aid Silver.
“I don't get salmon Martian. But I do know a guy.” He said. “Ready? On three. One... Two... Three!” As the two of them pulled the netting slowly raised, but a shock came to them both once they got the heavy load on the boat. Caught inside the netting, was a girl with the lower body of a crab.
Extraspecies: Chapter Three
At long last, chapter three is out! I'll be honest, i think I forced the ending, but give me your though so I can fix whatever errors come up
So a few weeks ago, i got a new laptop, yah. It's pretty cool, the screen is a touch screen and I'm able to play my games better. BTW, I play alot of Garry's Mod and Left 4 Dead 2 so if you have a steam account, find me and we could play.

Back on track, I currently plan to write chapter 3 for Extraspecies. In fact, I will start on it after I'm done talking. And as for ACT (A Cat's Tale), for those who love the series, I may plan to rewrite it, or create a reboot for it, as I lost my original notes on my last laptop, which died T-T

Also, I finally plan to start off my Infinity series soon, as well as a new series I'm simple dubbing 'Project Seven'. What is this project? Well I'm still working on the title but I hope to have a solid start on it very soon.

In the meantime, be patient with me, as current events here at home has left me in a rather poor state with little to none motivation to write. So bear with me and hope for the future.

Also, I like to Rp with someone here so if you're interested, I'm available for a sci-fi and/or supernatural adventure, or something simple as a splice of life with unique people. So message me and we can set up a story. Thanks, and have a good night or day!
Just finished chapter two of Extraspecies! Please take a look at the finished project, and please let me know if you spot any errors that I should correct!
Chapter 2: Daytime Savings
The morning felt different in the new world. Instead of the slight twitching of a thread to alert of the morning, I awoke to the sound of a soft tapping on a wooden door. Soon I found myself drifting out of slumber and into a unfamiliar room, until I fully awoke did I relive I was in Martian's living room, using his couch as a makeshift bed until the building was enlarged. Raising my large body off the couch, I found a few loose metal springs sticking out of the soft surface. I hope Martian has no love towards the couch. The early morning air flooded the room, but I couldn't afford to enjoy the warmth of the sun, as the tapping evolved into a rapping that continued to annoy me.
"Martian, I know you're awake." A female voice called through the door. Martian was in the building, in his bedroom down the hall, but I assume he was still deep in slumber, since the loud knocking didn't stir him. With no other choice, I carefully avoided the surrounding furniture; the coffee table, the television stand (which I still find confusing), and the small corner table with the picture frame of Martian and the mysterious Julia. Although I was much taller than the door frame, with my head barley scraping the ceiling, my reach towards the doorknob was easy, and soon the door creaked open.
"About time." The voice replied to the movement of the door before it could fully open. "I have the final copy of your...."
"Um, Martian's still asleep, but I can take a message." I replied as the door swung open. The female visitor was about Martian's height, but with red hair hung down to her shoulders. Swung around her shoulder was a bag, which she was reaching in before pausing in fear. I guess she couldn't see my face, but my lower body, which was a mass of black legs covered in fur. A ear piercing scream ruptured form the visitor, and she collapse to the ground.
"What the flying freak was that?!" Martian called from the other room, emerging from the hallway.
"I-i-i-i just opened the door, and...." I mumbled, moving aside to allow Martian to see the fallen strange. Her reaction scared me to core, and fear of a repeated past...
"Ah, shock me..." Martian mumbled.


"Next time call me before you come over, Scarlet." Martian said as he handed the female visitor coffee. I sipped on water, still shaking from the encounter. After everyone had calmed down and explained the issue, Martian and I changed into new clothes for the new day.
"How was I suppose to know Gerald had put you in that Host program?" She replied after taking the cup. "That guys never tells us anything."
"Yeah, you're telling me." Martian replied, sitting down.
"Not a fan of coffee?" Scarlet asked me, holding the cup out.
"N-no, Arachnes can't have caffeine, its like a drug to us." I replied.
"Ah, well, different races, different needs, right?" Scarlet replied as she chugged the coffee.
"What did you come over for again anyway?" Martian asked.
"She said something about a final copy, but then she freaked out." I replied, and caught a menacing glare from Scarlet.
"You never expect to be greeted my a spider's lower body, alright?" She replied. "And I was talking about this." She finally reached into the bag and pulled a blue book, and handed it to Martian. He took one look, and opened the cover.
"Huh, the second book also became a huge hit?" He asked, flipping through the pages.
"And this time, not just to humans, but to Extraspecies here and around the world." Scarlet replied. "It's a pretty good hit."
"The first one did, but i never thought it would get a hit over there..."
"I never though you were an author. Maybe the Director helped get the book famous at the Isles." I spoke up. Both Scarlet and Martian looked at me, then at each other, then shrugged.
"Eh who knows with that guy?" Scarlet said.
"Eh, maybe." Martian said.
"What's the book called?" I asked, looking deeply at the covering, recalling a similar book I was given...
"Its just called Journey, which I based off the appearance of the Extraspecie Nation." Martian explained. I paused, calculating the information in my head, and suddenly something clicked.
"You wrote Journey?!" I said almost loudly. This startled Martian and Scarlet.
"Y-yeah I wrote the first one about three years ago, and finished the second one last month." He explain, shaking the second copy. "I'm guessing you're a fan?" I shook my head in response, then reached into my small bag and pulled a worn out red book, with a similar pattern on the cover.
"When I came over to the Human Nation, the Director gave me a copy, and well I guess I loved it since." I stated, fiddling with the worn book.
"Well, I'm not surprise." Scarlet stated. "Alot of Extraspecies love Journey. I even heard the Dragons of Skytown enjoy it."
"Skytown?" Martian asked.
"Its the capital of our nation." I explained. "the Dragons used ancient technology to rise their city. Sadly it made a few Dragons jerks, but to have a human story reach their libraries... It's a big deal."
"I guess so..." Martian mumbled. "Julia would've loved it..." Before i could ask again about Julia, a loud knocking at the door startled everyone, and Martian stood up to answer the call. Standing in the open doorway was a large human male, with dark skin and black hair. A beard dotted his chin and he wore a strange orange shell on his head, which I assume is a type of hat.
"Brendan? You're here early." Martian remarked.
"Yeah my boss wanted to get ahead of the project. S\According to Gerald, the sooner the better." He replied, shaking Martian's hand. Scarlet stood up, a evil glare in her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him.
"Doing my job, Scarlet, like I promised." He replied.
"It's ok, Scarlet." Martian quickly said.
"Did you forget what he did?" She asked loudly. "Did you forget what he did to...!"
"Ah young people are quite noisy in the mornings." The Director stepped out from behind Brendan's back, wearing a white suit with a purple tie. "Good morning, Martian. I hope we didn't trouble you."
"Gerald. Once again, without calling ahead of time." Martian sighed.
"Its a habit. Oh, and don't worry, Scarlet. I have my eye on this young man." The Director said placing his hand on Brendan's shoulder. "I hope you have plans in the city, because this job will require their fullest attention in a short time."
"I was planning on taking Sekret to the city, just to explore." Martian replied.
"You do have a vehicle right? I don't plan on walking in this heat." I replied. Martian mumbled something under his breath, but I couldn't hear it.
"Sekret, come outside. Its easier talking face to face than through a door frame." The Director said. With a nod, I quickly walked to the large back door, and around the building until I spot a large cast of humans in orange vehicles, which must be used for construction. I recalled some calling humans barbaric, but they have a form of intelligence if they are able to create large machines like these. Once I reached the front, I saw a large vehicle in the parking lot, similar to what the Director drove me in yesterday.
"That's quite a pickup." Scarlet whistled.
"Its a standard prototype for Extraspecies deliveries." The Director replied. "Some species, like Sekret, require larger vehicles until we can afford to create cars for Arcahnes or other large body species. Oh, no offense, Sekret."
"It's fine, Director." I said, walking up to the car. I noticed at Martian was staring at the front of the vehicle, fear gripping his mind. "Martian, are you ok?" I asked as I placed my hand on his shoulder. He quickly jumped, and shook his head.
"Um Scarlet can you take Sekret to the city?" He asked. "I'll just ride my bike up to the fountain."
"Eh, whatever." She replied with a shrug, and climbed into the car.
"Martian, make sure your fear doesn't control you." The Director told him. "And please don't leave Sekret in the dark."
"I won't. I promise." He said as he walked into the garage. The Director nodded and walked over to the construction people, with Brendan following.
"Let's roll, Sekret." scarlet called as the metal machine roared to life. I climbed into the back area of the car, and braced myself as the machine rolled forward.
"What's wrong with martian? I never seen him so scared before." I asked Scarlet.
"I keep forgetting you're new here." She replied. "Martian has a human fear called Amaxophobia."
"Its a fear of riding in a car. Martian got into an accident a few years ago, and it warped his mind." She replied. "I would like to say more, but its Martian's problem, not mine." We sat in silence for a few minutes, while my mind was plagued with questions; what was Martian's full story?


The city, called Lubin City, was a large, futurist human city created for the coexistence between human and Extraspecies. While it wasn't as grand as Skytown, it was still amazing for humans to construct such a mighty city. Despite it being build in the heat, Lubin City was placed right next to a ocean, so harbors dot the west end of the city, while a large, silver tower stood in the center of town. The tower, commonly known as the Peace Point, is the central headquarters for the Extraspecies Intelligence Host Program.
The fountain Martian spoke of was near the tower, but close to the entrance where Martian was coming from. Through the summer heat i could see him as a small figure riding an odd looking device, which I can guess was a bike or something like that. Once he showed up, he placed the bike near a small gate and locked it with a chain.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, but let's take a look at what the city has to offer." Martian said.
"I suppose so." I replied. "What's around here to explore?"
"Well, the city itself is quite a maze, but I know a few areas that's easy to get to and worth your time." Martian replied. "I guess we can start with the mall. They got some good stores in there." Martian lead me towards a large building filled with people. Lines of smaller vehicles dotted the lot outside the entrance. The inside was almost crowded, but I still found it easy to move around. He first took me to a book store, which oddly didn't present the newest volume of Journey, but he assured me they will sometime next week.
"Does anyone but your friends know you wrote Journey?" I asked him when we left (and after purchasing a few new books).
"N a I don't write for publicity." He replied. "I write because I promised to."
"To Julia?"
"Yeah. Actually, Journey was her story when she first heard about Extraspecies." Martian sighed. "I just followed her notes, and wrote the sequel when the first volume got famous."
"What did happen to Julia, Martian? Where did she go?" I finally asked him. He simply shook his head and continued to walk forward without looking at me.
"A better place..." Soon he took me into what i guess was a music store. I can say that human music is ok, but when it's not screaming into your ears. He bought some cds, then took me a large area with chairs and tables, and the brilliant smell of food. But not just one single meal, but many. He told me it was a food court, and asked me which caught my fancy. Knowing my ancient bloodline, I chose the one with the Greek font.
"Wait, you're part Greek?" He asked.
"All Arachnes are. Who did you think made up the story of Athena and Arachne?" I replied. "My race are collectors of knowledge and stories. That's why we enjoy to read other stories."
"Ah, make sense, I suppose." He replied. The food was ok, but it wasn't great. Once our meals were settled, we left the mall and now headed towards the oceanfront. From the srea we stood, you could see all of the coast of Lubin City, and the dozens of people who flooded the sandy bank. I could even a few Extraspecies enjoying the sun, (But only those who enjoyed the water. I knew no Arachnes would dare go near water). While Martian guided me around town, I felt a strange tug in my heart, a sense of being homesick. I was miles away from the lands I knew, in a city I never though existed until the Director came to our islands. And now here I was...
Our tour came to a stop when the sun began its dip into the horizon. Martian led me back to the fountain where his bike was, and unlocked the bipedal machine.
"Since the sun's going down, it'll be alot cooler walking home." He explained. "It'll take a half hour to get home."
"I still don't understand why you live so far away from the city, and in the middle of the heat." I said.
"I guess I didn't felt a part of the whole Extraspecies Treaty. The city was made for coexistence, and since I wasn't a part of the Host Program, I didn't see sense taking space for someone else to use."
"But the Director could've allowed you to stay."
"Oh, he did, but I chose to live out here. Its kinda peaceful, but it does get lonely."
"Maybe that's why the Director put you in the Host Program." I stated. Martian paused to think, then nodded.
"Yeah, now that you mention it, it does make sense..." He mumbled. "But he also did say he put my name in the Program in case he needed to find a home for someone. Is that why he put you in with me?"
"Well... I guess I kept going off how I loved Journey, and he did ask me if I wanted to meet the author and said yes, so..." I mumbled. Martian chuckled loudly.
"Yep, that's Gerald..." He paused, staring off into the distance. I followed his gaze, and noticed a vehicle driving down the road on the other side from where we were walking. The headlights were on, which blinded me and I'm assuming Martian. Then something in my mind clicked; Martian's fear. Without a single other though, I pushed Martian aside to break the gaze at the vehicle, but I suppose I was much stronger than he was, or he was unprepared as he shot downward into the ground. Once the vehicle roared past, he stood up, brushing the grass off his pants.
"Thanks." He said as he lifted the bicycle off the ground.
"Are you ever going to tell me your fear of vehicles?" I asked. "The Director did ask for you not to keep me in the dark." He took a huge sigh, then looked up at the sky.
"We were driving one night, Julia and I." He started. "I was driving, and Julia was in the passenger seat. We were just young and having fun, you know? But... I wasn't paying attention. We came to an intersection, and before I knew it, in the window next to Julia were a pair of headlights, then nothing..." He paused, his body shaking from recalling events that I knew were heading into a down spiral of sadness.
"When I finally woke up, a week later, I found out from Gerald about the accident. My car was completely scraped, and I had a broken leg." He said, lifting his pant leg to reveal a nasty scar on his right leg.
"And Julia?" I asked. Martian shook his head.
"When I woke up, Gerald was crying." Martian replied. "I already knew what he was about to say..." He stopped talking, resuming his walk in silence.
"I'm... sorry, i didn't mean to..."
"No, its fine." Martian replied. "You did ask, and well, I did deliver." For the rest of the walk, we said nothing until we both gasp in unison. Martian's house was twice as large than before, with an added floor  and larger rooms. The interior looked almost the same, but with larger leg room. The Director sat on Martian's new couch sipping a cup of hot tea (the old one with the springs sat lonely outside. Martian didn't notice).
"So what do you think of the new establishment?" The Director ask.
"I gotta say, whne you got a project in mind, you don't screw around..." Martian mumbled. "Does that mean Sekret has her own room now?"
"Indeed, with some furniture that I can assume was hand made by Arachnes." He replied. "Should feel right at home now."
"That's great, thank you." I said, bowing.
"Hey why did you add another floor?" Martian asked. "I don't need more rooms."
"You may, depending on issues with the Program." The Director replied.
"Issues with the Program?" Both Martian and I asked.
"Ooh, i knew I was forgetting something." He said. "You see, there are families to expect a small humanoid Extraspecies to come live with them. However, in the very common chances they find something larger than normal like Arachnes or Centaurs, the family rejects them and we get no word about it.
"That's horrible..." I mumbled. "It isn't fair how humans treat Extraspecies."
"Hey, I don't." Martian spoke up.
"Ok, a few. Still, it isn't fair."
"Quite. Which is why Martian is running the Extraspecie Hotel." The Director chimed.
"A hotel? For homeless Extraspecies?" Martian repeated.
"Yes. And don't worry about prices, I can handle the costs. All you do is make those far away from home feel at home here." The Director explained. "Its quite simple, right?"
"Y-yeah, but why me?" Martian asked. "i mean, I don't have a huge issue with it, but why here?"
"Because you have a gift, Martian." The Director said. "You can accept people for who they are, not what they are. Look at Sekret. Sure, she has the lower body of a spider that would make humans scream in terror. No offense, of course."
"None taken." I replied.
"But instead you took her in, treated her like a fellow human and gave her trust. That is your greatest gift."
"Well, I never really though of about that..." He mumbled. "I guess I do, since I told her about Julia."
"Good, that's good to hear." The Director said. "Well, I shall let you explore your new place. I have papers to sign."
"Good night, Director." I said.
"Oh, and Martian. Remember; Trust your heart, and if you g\have any questions, come to me." He then left, closing the door calmly.
"What did he mean by that?" I asked.
"Aw, its Gerald. Who knows what goes on in that guy's head?" Martian replied. "Now where is my room?"
Extraspecies: Chapter Two
The second chapter to my long awaited story of Extraspecies, now written in the POV of Sekret the Arcahne!
I've been pondering a few things over the course of the year and discover something about me that I never though of tol now. While it's late and I should be sleeping, these thoughts can't leave my mind until I can express them. So for those reading this tomorrow morning or in the future, let's start out with some back story.
A while back, I think a year or two ago, my third genuine pig, Jeffery, passed away. I found his stiff body and buried him outside my window with a large slab of stone to mark his passage. To replace this gap I started raising mice since they are also adorable. (You'll find I adore small animals). Of course some of the offspring go to my mother, who raises snakes but we'll get back to that in a few moments. Recently one of my cats, Puck, died of leuikimeia. I accidently found his body under the front porch, and it scared me just to see him like that. My parents buried him in the garden while I took a walk to get it off my mind.
Now remember how I mention my mother raises snakes? Well, if you haven't figured it out, she freezes some of the babies for food, which is ok I guess. Food chain, circle of life stuff, you know? Well I once again accidently found a bag full of moves for the snakes, and it horrified me. I can't really explain it but I feel uncomfortable around dead bodies of animals. Seeing them lifeless, stiff and the whole thing scare me somehow. I don't at this point but I would like some comfort in some way.
I plan to talk to the school councilor in the morning in hopes of finding some peace but any short hand advice would be lovely.


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A simple writer with big dreams, I execute my dreams and fantasies into my writing and in my daydreams. I am a supporter of friendship and romance, and oppose bullying. Enjoys the fictional world, and wishes real life could be like a fictional story.

(secretly a diclonius)

'When someone lies, what is important is not the lie itself, but the reason of the lie.'
So a few weeks ago, i got a new laptop, yah. It's pretty cool, the screen is a touch screen and I'm able to play my games better. BTW, I play alot of Garry's Mod and Left 4 Dead 2 so if you have a steam account, find me and we could play.

Back on track, I currently plan to write chapter 3 for Extraspecies. In fact, I will start on it after I'm done talking. And as for ACT (A Cat's Tale), for those who love the series, I may plan to rewrite it, or create a reboot for it, as I lost my original notes on my last laptop, which died T-T

Also, I finally plan to start off my Infinity series soon, as well as a new series I'm simple dubbing 'Project Seven'. What is this project? Well I'm still working on the title but I hope to have a solid start on it very soon.

In the meantime, be patient with me, as current events here at home has left me in a rather poor state with little to none motivation to write. So bear with me and hope for the future.

Also, I like to Rp with someone here so if you're interested, I'm available for a sci-fi and/or supernatural adventure, or something simple as a splice of life with unique people. So message me and we can set up a story. Thanks, and have a good night or day!


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