Cover story 66: A new cancer people pay for

  Doctors test the drug to see what properties it holds, to see if it can cause cancer. But as luck has it the result was a whopping 50 50, the drug basically made you feel like you died in a hallucinative state, it killed cells at random, these can kill cancer cells, but if taken more than once it can also cause the cancer cells to grow and strengthen, it has also slowly created a side effect of more hunger afterwards and no drunken state instead the person is fully paralized for a couple of minutes.

  It can both be a teaching moment or a killer solution

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  (Hey what's the plan young boy)

  "Shuush let me think Kevin", said Malfonz standing and pacing back and forth the closest adoption center he could find.

  (My names not Kevin dumbo you called me David)

  "Yeah yeah dumbo not in the mood", said Malfonz talking to his mind.

  He walks past the same pavement about 6 times counting, same footsteps and everything. The jobs he lost for the people he was paying are probably living off fine not having to do anything, until they get a reminder no money for the month and that secret man nowhere to be found. Another group of people Malfonz screwed over.

  Malfonz never opened up his eyes, not for a second before either. In the real world peoples corpses were found laying and from a distance the people who shot Neova down were fighting back the people infected by the virus. Janitors cleaning up the dead corpses off the street, streets painted in the smell of sharp metal, for someone trying to be such a rightous man this battle would be the thoughest one yet. The battle he had ignored and seemingly forgotten. Malfonz's friend who seemingly used to live here, moved away it wasn't a permanent stay for him, he was trying to find a job and since people evacuated because of the rumors spreading of Malfonz and Neova's doings, more toward Neova's doings, people came to find out that the vaccine was already in mass production. Malfonz and Neova weren't the only souls but the countries king also had the vaccine and out of greed or generocity who could tell ... he mass produced the vaccine in step one of restoring the world to its former self. After years, the vaccine Malfonz lost and Neova too it didn't matter their battle in the end, because they no longer could benefit off of a common vaccine found at the hospital of the many clinics found in the richer areas of Scizor.

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  Malfonz made his first move, he knocked pretending to be an old soul needing of care having found a cane by breaking the many branches found on a tree. The door did not open, so he switched plans found a large enough basket, as well as a pacifier, and as he rang the bell ding don ding dong, he tucked his hair and fit into a small basket to be taken in, as well as sucking the pacifier for good measure. Someone opened the the door only to be greeted with a baby on the ground, they tried picking it up but to no avail.

  "Pick me up", Malfonz screamed tucking away his head to the basket and sucking his pacifier acting like nothing happened.

  "Who said that, did you say that little one", said the old lady looking like she was hitting 70.

  As he entered the room with all the kids, having a natural baby face, he tricked her and got out streching his body like a cartoon, noticing she wasn't gonna buy him staying there any longer trying to be kept as an orphan he poured water on his face begging them to let him be a child.

  "Please madam, I will do anything, please let me stay", he said begging her on the ground.

  "Be a worker then and maybe grandma will give you her favorite cookies", she said.

  (Better than what you could bargain for) Fin.

  Something broke me inside, it didn’t break like that and in some ways still isn’t broken, but my thoughts kept asking what was the point? I feel sad and then I go too feel jealous because nobody really tries, not for me. But when people do try, I never found any country trying for me, not my mother country, and nobody ever gave themselves too me, if they did it was for a moment. Too little too late, and yes I want to die and yes people will miss me, but nobody truly tried to remember me when I was still around.

  There was no comment, singing my praise or trying to revoke it. Even the shows I watch, they don’t really exist, the youtubers I know not really having known me. I feel defeated, but even then like I still had friends? The things I did the hobbies I did too, they were fun and even though I had someone to play with he only spent time with me on his time, not mine.

  Everyone is on their time, like in first person, nobody gives a bit of themselves and I grew ok with that. I get jealous when they do give a bit of themselves though, because they always give a bit of it around each other. Nobody’ll even read what I wrote, give it a chance, I lived with it and I gave myself the chance to read my work but even I wont read it. I forced myself for some stuff such as games, growing to hate some parts of it, but I still love it and I still read my work.

  What I watch is judged, what chance is given for appreciation for my stuff is a surprise, but it was never because they gave a part of themselves away such as time to look at what I was doing, it was because they were still rolling in their time and those acts are too little and appreciated the same. It is fun, but tame.

  My appreciation for the world is tame, what’s the point if I’m stuck outside alone. I wanna ride a bike but one excuse after another it feels never ending. My life has no worth if I don’t get to enjoy my small dreams, but I do get to enjoy the small nows of stuff I can do alone. Then it repeats, no comment to speak of me. Nobody to care for because I grew numb, this text is mine, but I come in asking why? I never felt this close to wanting to end it all. I think I am too much of a coward to do such because I will miss a lot of the small things.

  Eyes, they tell a story, sometimes being reminded of my flaws through eyes hurt, but nobody cares, because it was intentional. This story was for me to write something cool, but a part of me made it into a machine who I’d ask is it bad if I can’t change? Now I don’t think, thinking brings my mood down if I introspect, and sides, I wish someone took mine instead of each other all the time, but that’s because I don’t see the respect people give me. That is all this is a yearning for respect, I’m a joke a big fat phony. Everybody has the things I wish I had, all this pain is a way for me to say yeah I did have it bad, so I can finally say I lived a sad life a proof to my family and people who know me, who don’t ask the things I see people ask each other in fiction. I might sound gay but I wanna be glazed baby.

  Life’s not all bad, but it sure is something that can have a bad ending, it’s not perfect so we miss out, there is no happy ending at times just happy moments and happy accidents. I sound dumb, but I wanna prove my worth, because you guys are just numbers too me not people. Please comment I want one, I wanna be seen for the time I slaved doing what I love. Thanks for reading more stories will be written slowly weekly, please I feel sad never this much before.

  I wanna know if people are behind those views or if it's just empty.