I hacked into peoples personal files and blackmailed them into giving me money. I hacked into banks and drained peoples accounts of money. I created new, fake accounts with millions of dollars. I did it all. I was on top of the world. This worked until the FBI found what I was doing and tracked what they thought was my location. I had several fake addresses listed, they only found one. Time to pack up and leave the country before they found my real address. I’d made millions and had enough to retire anyway. Goodbye FBI! Hello, Paris!
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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The Soda Machine
I put the money in the machine. Nothing came out so I kicked it. A new brand of soda came out, McKewls. I excitedly opened the can. The first sip was so fantastic I could feel my brain buzz. I could now move things with my mind, had super strength, and could teleport. Every night, I’d drink a McKewls soda and go out to fight crime. I was now Soda Man. I absolutely loved my new soda fueled super powers. The only super villain I couldn’t catch was Can Crusher, who also drank McKewls soda. Our powers were equally matched.
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Unto the Fearful Ocean
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