A strange case of the shattered Window_Stubborn as a BULL?_Winter Awakening_The Inconclusive Dream
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A strange case of the shattered Window
Ike had a nasty hangover the moment he woke up. He and his pals partied hard the previous night. He gingerly got on his feet and made his way downstairs. Madisonwww.onedoor.cc, his housemate and close friend is busy making omelette in the kitchen. He easily notices Ike trudging towards the fridge to grab a soda. "Can't believe you're already up." Madison called out. "Uh huh.."Ike sounded, as he made due with a milk drink, when he couldn't find any soda. "Dude, you were real high, when you dropped in yesterday"continued Madison. After Ike had drained the contents of the bottle and he left for the bathroo...
Stubborn as a BULL?
STUBBORN AS A BULL?My mother said my sister was stubborn. She’d yell at her, not too loudly, she never did scream, and my sister would not flinch. She’d whack her on the bottom; my sister would just stare her down. “Stubborn as a bull(we had never seen a bull),” she said. “Stubborn like your father…” Now, that was a mouthful, wasn’t it? Stubborn was not a bad thing I thought. Staying firm in what you believed even at 6 was a good thing. “No, I’m not putting those toys away now. Why? In an hour I’ll play with them again…” “No, I am not eating that lamb chop or those green beans.”But my sister ...
Winter Awakening
I woke to a knocking near my head and a mouth cracked dry. My bones popped and creaked as I stretched for the first time in months. It was great to be out of that cramped coffin.“Good evening lazy pants, you hungry?”I nodded to Jules, my brother born 80 years before me, but my best friend.A tickle ran across my face, which I seized with my thumb and index finger. I crunched the spider in between my teeth. The blood of arachnids was never as tasty as those from mammals.“So winter’s come already? Seems like just yesterday we shut in for sleep.” I say grabbing the iron door of our long abandoned...
The Inconclusive Dream
Barcelona was a living city. All the old streets told stories and opportunities for pedestrians. The stems and herbs on the ground seemed to grow between stones to give a natural tone to the dusty streets and on "green pastures" cows passed slowly, sniffing on the ground, and horses trotting while showing off their mane. People joined the euforic state at their sides, enjoying the sun that illuminated their happy faces. Throughout the crowd, a boy hurried, his brown hair tied in a low pony-tail bouncing in time with his strides. Mauricio, was already late, and his nerves were not helping becau...