Nothing to be Afraid of_A Bitterness Like Honey_THE FACE IN THE DARK ROOM_Anna in Wonderland
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Nothing to be Afraid of
Nothing to be Afraid ofKuhne: How can it be possible?( The boy standing nearby was trying utmost to be looked as sure of whatever he said.)Weasley: Trust me. I told you what I actually had seen out there. The tree leaves themselves will tell the story of the previous night. It was damn horrifying. (He pointed to the left of the orchard. Although there was fog yet some parts of the tree were visible. And it was really the shortest day of winter.)Kuhne: And what if you are lying? I am not going to spare you. You know me the way I deal with the liars. (He twisted his fist.) Hope you haven’t forgo...
A Bitterness Like Honey
Sloane-Amalia is not afraid of the highborns in Lord Solomon's ballroom because she is better than a great many of them.Their poorly hidden disgust had been evident the moment of her arrival at Hallow Hall. They knew not to approach her. It wasn’t just bladed words that kept them away. No, it was the complete and utter loyalty the common people of the Paele Isles showed her. They loved her because they knew that Sloane-Amalia did what they wanted first, and what the nobles wanted last. Now they gather in their groups and dare not cross where the ballroom’s brown marble flooring becomes the pri...
THE FACE IN THE DARK ROOM
THE FACE IN THE DARK ROOM Mark Ross, a bank clerk , liked very much taking pictures. He was a real enthusiast of the shot. Indeed it can be said that he couldn’t help but photograph. At home he had a well- equipped laboratory for developing the photos he took during his travels , during the holidays ( vacations), but even those he took on the street of his city every day as soon as he could, as soon as he glimpsed someone or something to frame, to capture in a photo. So it was ( had been) a more than welcome surprise ,even exciting, that roll of photos which he happened to find, completely b...
Anna in Wonderland
“I’m so--” “If you say ‘I’m so bored’ one more time, I will end your life.” The eighteen-year-old goth was so sick of hearing those words that Anna was sure she meant it. But that didn’t stop her from retorting, “Jesus, Dahlia, I wouldn’t be saying it if you just gave me something to do.” “I’ve given you tons of things to do! Hundreds! Thwww.onedoor.ccousands! I offered to dye your hair, paint your nails, take you thrift shopping. I even--” “But you only have black nail polish, and those are all things you like to do, not me,” Anna whined. “Well then, I can’t help you. Just go… exploring or something. Aw...