All in for the money_Green Post-its_escaping from enemies_Thus Always to Tyrants
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All in for the money
Quietness filled the air as they stared at each other like two opponents having a showdown which, might give room to tranquility for once. They had being neighbors for three years, though not the good types. For two real life characters who practically live almost together, she lived in the top room while he lived in the one below, the two tenants could hardly have been more different, one so boisterous and expressive, the other so taciturn and calm. He was the latter. Always avoiding her like a plague. “So, you’re saying if I agree to do the show with you, you will move out after it ends?” Ma...
Green Post-its
Sharp, shrill, the alarm proclaimed the start of the day. Opening one eye, just enough to see the fine red beam pulsating from the face of my watch. The needy thing lay just to the right of me, so I urged my stiff arm to pwww.onedoor.ccry from the side of my body, reach out and wave a delicate hand through the dancing light, as if asking it to hold its breath. Craning my arm back, I attach the watch to my wrist. This triggers the curtains to crawl open, occasionally shivering with discontent for being awoken so early. They unexpectedly stopping all together in protest. This permitted only a rectangle of war...
escaping from enemies
Being a blond hair USA citizen it was tough to ignore the glare I got from the people of this nation, my friend abbas had told my I should try to cover up as much as I can, so I don’t end up in mess, I got down from the taxi to one of best hotels of Kabul, I couldn’t wait to explore the country, as we eat in the hotel restaurant a perfect Afghani dinner we were out to explore beautiful city, We went to the shar-e-naw for shopping the beautiful traditional clothes the old jewelry everything was really old and expensive when changed the currency into dollars.We went to the zoo quite interesting ...
Thus Always to Tyrants
Maegan Meridian looked at her father, Aelius, stoically making his way through New York City traffic. The car was silent but for the engine noise and the barely-audible prayer of their passenger. Maegan turned slightly in her seat to observe Fionn Clanless, the boy she called brother, praying his rosary. Silky strands of long, towhead blonde hair obscured his handsome face and contrasted starkly with his black Goth-style clothing, a bit more conservative than what he usually had on. Maegan watched his fingers slide over the beads, counting with him, knowing the prayers almost as well as Fionn...