Trespassers_GO_One that Change the Game_The tale of what won't happen
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Trespassers
“Quite chilly, isn’t it?”“And your special ginger tea is just the right thing for the season!”“Hehehe….here….careful, it’s hot! I’m so glad you visited, Neena. I was beginning to wonder what’s new in your life. So tell me?”“Ah! Anne, your mischievous smile and this ginger tea. You know how to get anyone to spill the beans.”“Well….”“See….that one again! It’s like you know everything and still want to indulge people in storytelling. Anyway, life’s going on fine….my editing job, husband, home….same old.”“Nothing new?”“Uh-huh! Why….wait….you have something new! Tell me, tell me!”“Well, I heard som...
GO
It was the nicest day any April could be expected to come up with. Villagers from all around the province poured into the ancient city of Zhangzhou to barter their millet, barley, wheat, pigs and sheep, for clothing, spices, tools, pottery and strong wine. Striding at their forefront of one such group was a brash young man barely twenty years old who looked neither left nor right at the sprouting greenery nor at the fluffy little clouds that gamboled across the bright blwww.onedoor.ccue sky like wayward sheep. The whisper went round that this was Yuan Tsen from the little village of T'ian who had come to ...
One that Change the Game
The dias has been kept neat and organized. Tables are set across the chairs. The organisers have arrived early to check the last minute arrangements.Hush Hush gossips are flying around. "Is she coming today? Or he is coming alone?" The excitement was soaring overhead from the speculation. Sharp at 2 P.M, Mr. Desai took the stage. His subordinates have taken the front line to look after everything.His hands were encircling the speaker. After clearing the throat, his deep voice rang through the mic."Good afternoon, everyone. We all know the purpose behind today's congregation. The chief guest wi...
The tale of what won't happen
And in the spring something strange began. Anya's grandmother, who had lived in the village all her life, told her that something had changed. Anya brushed aside all these conversations that, say, the birds no longer sing in that grove near the pond, which as a child inspired her incomprehensible longing. She didn't often hear birds singing in the city either, so should she worry about that now? It was only five years after these words from her grandmother, when there was no longer any grandmother, no birds, no understanding of how to live on, that Anya understood everything.But what could she...