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Tempo
Ok. So see you later – said the man in black , hanging out his phone, methodically. That man took his briefcase, and left the office he was working in, at exactly six o’clock of the dying day still immersed in the sun rays that were stubborn to fade. He went to the corridor, and stopped in front of the elevator.I still can not go - hitting his knuckles on the marble wall. But it us just a meeting, he said again to himself.He took a look at the round and silver watch above the elevator entrance.So, he just took the elevator, and in a glimpse of decision, he pressed the button to go u...
On Edward's Hill at Tilstow
The security guard ran through the corridors towards the Foster Gallery, his footsteps echoing among the statuary. In their control room on the other side of town, Charlie and Sam watched. “There are two of them. One’s huge”. Ted only picked out one word in three. Reception was poor in the museum. The walls were two-feet thick in places, with plenty of metalwork to break up the signal. It was once the town prison and, before that, a monastery, probably founded during the sixth-century. Though it twice fell prey to raids, its position atop an easily defended hill discouraged most Viking act...
Mardi Gras
www.onedoor.cc The music came to a violent end right outside the Royal House Oyster Bar during the Mardi Gras. The parade had come and gone, but the punters were still in party mode. Drunk dudes hung precariously off the balconies, whoopin’ n hollerin’ and still throwing beads. The streets were packed, and booze and vomit ran in the gutters.The sidewalk entertainment kept the party alive after the floats had gone, squeezed into every nook and cranny along the footpaths. The Bourbon Street Six had scored a prime spot, right outside the most popular down...
Sister
It has been days since I last checked my phone. I haven’t felt anything in a while and it is hard for me to connect with people as I don’t feel like I belong in a crowded place. I just feel fidgety and nervous that I might make a wrong move. So, when Meg—short for Megan called and asked if I wanted to have a little get together, which she often can’t differentiate from the word party, I reluctantly agreed. I needed distraction, and while I am nervous of interacting with people because I have not been out in a long time, a party might provide some amusement that I lack nowadays. Meg was a roomm...