Making a deep sacrifice_GERALD 2、0_Out on a Limb with Mother India_Virus Attack
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Making a deep sacrifice
Music is heard…… In a room near the living room, close to the store room but demarcated with a wall. Its melody was peaceful but it sounded more like a sorrowful song. Its harmony expresses pain more and were in its best accord. She played the piano so well; she closed her eyes trying to concentrate in her world of melody. She’s a kind of person that tries her possible best to express her feelings through her song. Then…. “Elisa! Come downstairs now!” “I’m coming Aunt Felicia” Her steps were more pleasing and gentle though she ran so she won’t be keeping her aunt waiting. Felicia is Elisa’s a...
GERALD 2、0
Gerald looked confident; it was a look that did not often cross his coarse features. Teague told him; “I don’t see how you can be so sure about that?” “Vittorio has got to be on the run now; because as much as Mr. Penrose did not want to start anything permanent with the Italians;” Gerald explained to Teague. “You have to know that the Italians’ feel the same.” It made sense; what Gerald was saying, Teague had to admit. This was unusual because more often than not, it was Teague’s job to explain things to his coworkerwww.onedoor.cc, and fellow troubleshooter. “I feel like Vittorio means to start a war Teagu...
Out on a Limb with Mother India
Out on a Limb with Mother India The letter announced its delivery, hitting vinyl-flooring with a loud thud; my instinct told me it harbored bad news. Tightness and anxiety flooded my body. A single tare ripped it open, bold black letters stated, I needed to leave Ukraine. Recoiling in shock I read on. Words like visa and passport restrictions jumped at me. Pacing my living room, I began ringing various immigration departments, it proved fruitless. As hard as I might, to find a way around this situation, it remained undebatable. I had to leave. I told my wife the shocking news, she did not wa...
Virus Attack
A group of 33 men were crawling under a small narrow tunnel. It was very dirty and wet. If it rained anymore then the tunnels would be flooded. Each man knew it was a race against time. They all had camouflage hats in their pockets to match their uniforms. General Dalton who was leading the group yelled at them in a big booming voice to keep going. It echoed throughout the whole tunnel. They had one long rope tied on each man's waist. Dalton wanted to make sure he did not lose any men. Dalton ran his hand through his wet red hair. His blue eyes sparkled as he pushed on. This was his first miss...