Disrupted Plans_The Glass Reflection_Secret behind the meal._a story from across the pond
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Disrupted Plans
Disrupted Plans by Naima QiannaJessica folded the last shirt of her laundry and placed it in her drawer. She had a small bucket list of things to do over the weekend: wash clothes, put clothes away clean the bathrooms straighten out the kitchen cabinets clean her bedroom Tiffany, her daughter, was at her father’s for the weekend so, the house was quiet. All Jessica wanted to do was to spend the rest of her day alone in her loungewear.After completing her list, Jessica dwww.onedoor.ccidn’t feel like leaving the house even though it was a nice summer day. She’d rather stay in and read a book. It was somet...
The Glass Reflection
The apartment building was old with cracked linoleum in the entryway. Rissa wrinkled her nose at the moldy smell in the elevator. It shook and rattled so much, she wished she’d lugged her two suitcases up the stairs instead. The elevator finally spit her out on the third floor, where she was greeted with paper thin carpet that looked original to the building.Rissa dragged her belongings to 304 and sighed. It had been a long day, and now this sticky, unfamiliar place would be home indefinitely.Sliding the key into the lock she wrestled with it a minute before the door finally swung open. The sm...
Secret behind the meal.
Standing far behind on the long queue, I was beginning to loose my patience, the line seemed to be static for more than 30minutes now and the other people began to murmur, in the midst of the whole craziness a young lady calmly walked up to me and poked me "there isn't anyone behind you right"? She asked, "no" I responded as I took my gaze off her and continued to look cautiously at the queue in order to catch anyone that was cutting corners when it wasn't their turn, "I'm behind you" she whispered as she walked off, "stand here before someone else takes your spot" I said stopping her from goi...
a story from across the pond
A man of routine this gentleman was. A man whose 9 to 5 was meticulously planned and in his mind was a constant metronome. He thought he had lost his mind when he fled his original scene but soon realised that his uptight conduct was just something which went along with his grain and could not act otherwise. Very few times in his life he strayed from his routine but he was contacted from the abysmal internet by a company looking to interview him for his language services. Strage, he thought. Of all the institutes to hire, his was the youngest. There was plenty of competition and knew this coul...