Everywhere at the end of time_The Princess Dragon_A Lot of Talking for a Short Flight_From the ashes
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Everywhere at the end of time
Tuesday 4:20 The sentences on the page blurred into opaque black lines as Callie's eyes tried to fixate on the words, she squinted them to focus. Her math professor’s monotone voice dragged on despite the class's apparent lack of interest. The window was open. A cool breeze gently hit her face, occasionally taking a bit of her vibrant red hair with it. That’s what it said on the package, vibrant red. She twirled a strand around her finger. The clock mocked her, it extended every second as long and tedious as it could muster. The bell shrieked through the corridors and a swarming of voices erup...
The Princess Dragon
Once upon a time, there lived a young princess named Evelina. She was beloved by those in her kingdom, and was seen as kind and thoughtful by those she encountered. She was around the age of fifteen when, quite unexpectedly, she was transformed into a dragon! It all happened on a normal day for Princess Evelina. That morning she ate scrambled eggs with salt and pepper, buttered toast sprinkled with cinnamon and sugarwww.onedoor.cc, and special mango juice freshly squeezed from her mother’s garden. Over breakfast, she was deciding with her nanny, Bridgit, what she wanted to do that afternoon. She eventually...
A Lot of Talking for a Short Flight
“First time flying, huh?”“That obvious?”“Well, not at first. As soon as the plane took off and during the emergency safety drill, you started fidgeting. I kind of had a feeling.”“I’m usually a calm person. I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”“This is probably my 100th time flying, so I’m an old pro.”“I sat next to the right person. You can help distract me.”“I’m a good listener and a good talker. I can talk, or you can talk, the whole trip if you want. Since I get special seating, usually nobody sits next to me. I'm glad I have someone to talk to for a change. The positive thing is it’s not a lon...
From the ashes
Was I hallucinating? Or was that really my father?I remember… I was watching it with my father holding his index finger with my tiny hand of a 7year old boy. Orange colours spreading over a grey canvas slowly, and smoothly from beneath the line of a sea in the horizon at a beach. The sun rises like the Phoenix bird. My father told me about the story of that bird, since now it was my favourite story of all time. It was the only beautiful moment I had with my father that I can remember. Maybe I'm over exaggerating the scene-- Well that how I remember it.I'm 23years old. My name is KARNA, it's a ...