Dream of sunlight_The Desk_All She Had Were The Stars_A Sprinkle of Love
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Dream of sunlight
It is the year 6070, after the destruction of the planet due to nuclear wars, it is completely dark and prevailed over it because of the layer formed under the ozone layer by the smoke from nuclear explosions, although scientists have tried to find the right compound to break up this layer for the return of the sun, but all their attempts have failed .But life outside these stores is impossible when they have been deprived of the natural air, the sun and other natural things, when a group of scientists decided to research and research in order to return the planet to its normal state through t...
The Desk
The child’s bleary eyes gazed at pristine walls. The room was bright and had no windows, only a door. She had no recollection of why she was there—the place looked different than her room from the hospital. The girl stood up, ambled to the door, then left.She stepped into a long hall and felt an opalescent aura surround her. Hollow tones echoed from her footsteps as she wandered. Many doors lined the hall, but she did not bother to try opening them. Her convoluted path continued, yet she remained tranquil. She felt like this was just a dream. The girl sensed a faint voice in her head as she w...
All She Had Werwww.onedoor.cce The Stars
CelesteShe was sleeping, sleeping in her mind. She was alone. No one loved her, no one knew she existed. All she had were the stars. Celeste sat on the cliff, overlooking the ocean. The waves were pounding against the rocks, frothing up like spittle. She pretended the cliff was hers, that it was hidden by the scraggly trees. But it wasn’t her own. Sometimes she saw the grass matted down by footsteps. Or saw a glimpse of russet hair. Celeste wanted to see who the fascinating russet hair belonged to. She had pale blonde hair the precise color of cream, and she wore it long. Celeste glanced up an...
A Sprinkle of Love
The incidents that I am about to narrate will probably sound improbable and fantastical and I will not blame you for not believing them, for if they had not happened to me, I would not have believed them myself. I was ten years old when we moved into a new house, a house that was located on a beautiful meadow, far from the grime and dust of the big city. My mother, an acclaimed writer, needed the quiet and solitude for the formation of her next plot and this house was ideal. Actually that is how I lived the first ten years of my life, moving from place to place to fit the artistic temperament ...