Jessica Damiani
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The Real Me
*Ping* A rush of data entered Cecil’s mainframe. Another one incoming, he signaled. Cecil reached for the file in his practiced way, using his fine computer tendrils to carefully pull apart the numbers. Command: unpack the layers, analyze the code, store it in the correct filing apparatus. He didn’t even need to think about the task; this was what he was programmed for.
By Jessica Damiani3 years ago in Fiction
The Tempest
Jeremy looked back as the storm roared, and a gust of wind smacked him in the face. As he stepped towards the rock-face ledge, he slipped and fell backwards, and was peppered with icy raindrops. Thunder crackled overhead, laughing at his splayed figure. Indignant, he clambered back upright, and stretched out his wings to shake the water off.
By Jessica Damiani3 years ago in Fiction
