Unwanted_A crybaby's adventure_Summer of Nostalgia_Mission Revenge
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Unwanted
The wind was blowing the trees away, it so cold that I'm starting to regret this. - I don't think that I remember my own mother, she left me with strangers when I was only 2 years old. since that day I have not rested, they treat me poorly. I always felt dreadful. I wake up at 2Am and start cleaning, at only 10 I feel stressed. Mr: Andy wing and Mrs: paddy wing are couples that wore supposed to take care of me when my mother left me. unfortunately they are not doing a very good job. They have got 3 children, Emma wing, Oliver wing and Jackson wing. I never bothered starting a conversation ...
A crybaby's adventure
I felt as if the cimmerian sky had also had a bad day just like me, to the point they started crying which upset me to the point of tears. I was a crybaby and nothing but a sensitive brat as pa would say and it was quite exhausting. Because of this, I had cried myself to sleep and forgot about the whole reason I was having a bad day. It was, moving day and like always I had to say goodbye to my long-time friends. Saying goodbye was hard because I never knew if I would see them again and it felt as if the two-hour distance was a world away. As time went by I slowly drifted off and for a moment...
Summer of Nostalgia
The June sunshine was splitting the rocks of the beach on what would be the hottest day of the year and the longest day in June.There was alot of families and tourist at the beach to soak up the sun and go for a swim before cooling of with a ice cream later.There was chatter all around the smell of fish and chip filled the air along with the sea salt of the calm sea that shone like glass when the sun rays hit it the waves were soft and calm like the flow of a water fountain.The sky was clear so much so it blended into the sea below it.The sand felt warm to walk and felt soft to touch and walk ...
Mission Revenge
His finger lay steadily on the trigger of his M82 Barret rifle ready to squeeze at the perfect moment. His left eye fixed on the target through the automatic rifle’s scope, he had a perfect view. His left hand gently but firmly held the base of the long-range firearm. His cherished baby. Thanks to its outstanding ballistic performance, it had earned him countless trophies, among them his beautiful Jamaican wife Ronica. As he lay on his belly behind a granite rock at the top of the Hunyani mountain, he could feel the angry Zimbabwean sun scorching his back. He had to do this job. He was not abo...