Lilliput the nerd_Eldred's Precarious Journey to Find the Sun_BROUGHT TO BOOK_Nyx
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Lilliput the nerd
"Don't talk to strangers, Be careful; call me once you reach. Take care" My mom said for the hundredth time as www.onedoor.ccshe handed over my favorite pink tiffin box, full of edibles. "Mom! I'm traveling on a Flight! Food will be served by the air hostess." "What! how much money did you waste on that?! I'm a better cook than your air houstis." "mom! they're called air hostesses and they're not cooks!" "Gotcha! I know you lied. You did not want to eat my food so, you said the air houstis will serve you!!" "Mom. you know what. I'll eat only what you've cooked." "That's my girl!" "Remember don't talk to......
Eldred's Precarious Journey to Find the Sun
“Can you hear them, son?”Eldred focused on trying to hear them with all his might.“They’re all around you. They’ve been there your entire life, and they’ll be there after you’re gone. They’ve seen untold ages and the lives that have come before us. They are our guide, and they are our history. All you have to do is close your eyes and listen. You’ll hear them. Trust me.”This time Eldred closed his eyes. He didn’t know how many times he tried to hear their voices, but time after time, he had only received silence in return.And this time? Well, this time was no different.Eldred cursed. Honestly...
BROUGHT TO BOOK
Jim Roberts thought about the Church. He thought of when he and his wife had joined. That had been many years ago, when their children were small. He remembered that she had always been more active than him, "She seemed to change from being a teacher in Relief Society to being a teacher in Primary nearly every year." He wondered why he had never been as active, just a Home Teacher, who did not always visit his families, and sometimes a class president or librarian. He thought, "My job often kept me busy, but I made sure I always took my family to Church each week, and the children to Primar...
Nyx
Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.-Dag HammarskjoldSagacitasNyx sighed, her breath condensing on the window. She was in school sitting next to the same window as she always did watching the rhythmic sweep of the ashen curtain and observing the swooping gulls and pigeons fluttering and cooing. She also fiddled with her compass, which in her terms meant flipping it over and over again, she always did this when she was nervous.It was a beautiful old thing, her father had gifted her with, one day when she had confused bird migration.She returned he...