A bed time story_Nel Mezzo Del Cammin di Nostra Vita/ Midway Along the Journey of Life’_Death-Escape
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A bed time story
At school we had to make decorations for the class room and we were only allowed to use construction paper. It was ok at first. I started to make leaves for the door and everyone said that there was supposed to be a tree with leaves falling off the tree and I sighed and went to work on the tree for the door. It took forever just to draw the tree and cut it out. But nobody helped so by the time school was over the only thing that was done was the tree and leaves on the door. The teacher came up to me and said that I was working Fantastically lately. And I thanked her and asked if I could stay a...
Nel Mezzo Del Cammin di Nostra Vita/ Midway Along the Journey of Life’
A Character Who Makes a Dramatic Life Change to Pursue a Goal They’ve Secretly Always WantedNel Mezzo Del Cammin di Nostra Vita/ Midway Along the Journey of Life’Sarah was a middle aged woman and she was in a rut. She had attended a meditation retreat and she had been struck by the quotation from Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy which was about waking up ‘midway along the journey of life’ and finding yourself in a dark wood, because the speaker had ‘wandered from the straight path’. As she was driving home to her apartment in Belfast, she thought about how much she dreaded going to work the n...
Death-Escape
Five seconds more for this Death to die. Jonathan and I hastened to cross the river only to encounter another Death clone. The giant clock rang, dispersing the usual yet perpetually infuriating noise of sheer danger. 24-hour Death Escape ended and the succeeding level transition met us almost immediately. This has been our 19th year on-game. One rule, one aim. Survive.Jonathan's grip seems to break my petrified soul from the passing Death clone before us. However blind, it can ideally perceive fear. We continued to walk past it and securely paced the red line imprinted over the earth's surface...
No Longer Pure of Heart
No Longer Pure of Heart Anna Lang was focused on revenge. At age 25, she had recovered physically from the brutality inflicted upon her by her mentor, Benjamin Ripley, under the guise of celebrating her win of the Women’s Open, five years ago, at Meridian Golf Club near Indianapolis. But Anna had not recovered emotionally. She would not until she witnessed Ripley’s lifeless body. Only then would she able to move on. The horrible wrong Anna had endured happened in the evening following her championship win. Ripley, a golf industry powerbroker, who frequently boasted that he ...