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Female humanoid with red eyes


The story was about a woman with red eyes who looked like an afro humanoid.
She walked into the room and saw a man sitting on a chair. The man asked if he could help her. She said no and then teleported away. She teleported back in front of him and said "I am here to take you." She then raised her hand and shot lightning at him. The lightning hit him in the chest and he fell over dead.

The story is about a woman named Lashonda who has been in a coma for the last six years. She's been living in a world where there is no day or night, just constant darkness.

Her only companion is an alien looking humanoid with red eyes and long hair. Lashonda doesn't know where this creature came from or what it wants with her. All she knows is that it has been with her since she fell into this otherworldly sleep.

The alien has told Lashonda that they are both imprisoned on a ship, which travels through space at great speeds. The alien tells Lashonda that they are trapped there until someone finds them and takes them home again. But no one has come yet, so they wait together for someone to rescue them from this endless journey through space and time.

"You'll never believe what happened to me the other night," I said, looking across the table at my friend.

"A lot of things have happened to you," she said. "You need to be more specific."

"I was sitting in my living room, watching TV," I said. "And then there was a knock at the door."

"What did they look like?" asked my friend. "Male? Female? What were they wearing?"

"Well," I said, "It was hard to tell because they had red eyes and looked like humanoid robots."

The woman was beautiful. Her skin was dark, with a slight sheen that looked like it had been oiled. Her hair was a rich, glossy black and fell in waves down to her waist.

Her eyes, though… they were red. Bright red, like pools of blood held up to the light of the sun. She had no pupils—just two orbs of blood pooling in her sockets. It gave her an unsettling appearance, but also made her seem exotic and mysterious.

She was dressed in thin, flowing robes that clung to her body and fluttered around her as she walked. They were made of some kind of shimmering fabric that reminded you of the surface of water when it's rippling over stones in a stream bed on a sunny day. She wore nothing underneath them; you could see the shapely curves of her breasts through the thin material, as well as the dark patch between her legs where her pubic hair grew thick and wild like a jungle canopy over some unexplored territory.

The woman moved gracefully through the crowd; no one seemed even remotely fazed by her red eyes or strange attire (although some men did look at each other with raised eyebrows). As she walked past where I stood at the edge of the

When I was a little girl, I used to love imagining what it would be like to be an alien. I'd sit on my bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about how cool it would be if my eyes were red, or if my skin was green—or even if it just had weird bumps all over it.

I think most kids have that same desire to feel different from everyone else, and I think the reason so many of us have dreams about being aliens is because we want to know what it's like to be someone who looks really different from everybody else around them.

As an adult, I still sometimes wonder what it would be like if I were an alien—but I've never really felt like one. I don't look like any of my friends or family members; nobody ever asks me where my parents are from; and for years now, people have been telling me that my eyes are "so beautiful." That last part is probably meant as a compliment—and maybe it should make me feel good—but instead, it makes me feel like there's something wrong with me because I'm not more like other people in some way than they seem to think that they are.

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