Feel Free_No Right Time_Hazelnuts_You'll Pay Me to Go?!
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Feel Free
It was pouring by the time we left the movies. The sky was that shade of dark and heavy, coarse green mixed with a whole lot of brown and black, how it gets after endless days of stifling heat. The type of rain one wants to welcome, since the previous afternoons have been spent running from air condition to air condition, trying to alleviate the race of sweat being performed from one's temples to one's cheek and awkwardly landing in places one is greatly embarrassed to think about. The type of rain that inconveniences people like us- reluctant to carrying around un-aesthetic items out in publi...
No Right Time
To live on is not only my destiny, it is incumbent. I must not let the magnanimity of my village be in vain. Imagining their suffering, while I languished in my freedom, my liberation, was agonizing. But I strode forward. They would not wish my return. They would not even entertain the notion of implementing such a fate on a soul unknown to them. Not even someone willing to serve in their stead. That was the selfless nature of my people, which I hoped to embody. To earn their unspoken approbation. Besides, what could I do? But, perhaps it was simply my own exercrable cowardice that halted my ...
Hazelnuts
Whenever I came into a new town for whatever reason, the first place I visited was the local café. Sometimes, I wouldn’t even order anything. I’d just sit there and soak everything in. It was just part of the job. I was an investigator for hire, similar to the great detective himself. Anyone who needed my help, provided that the case was interesting, got it. The local café was the best place to observe everyone, since they were always themselves in the café. It was like a second home. The town of Millie Point was a sweet little town, but someone had reported awww.onedoor.cc few robberies in the next town ov...
You'll Pay Me to Go?!
“Really, Shelley?” I halfheartedly tried to tone down my disbelief. “You’re going to bribe me?” I was wondering at my friend’s sanity. She was seriously waving a hundred-dollar bill at me. We’d known each other for aeons, but this was pushing my boundaries—well, maybe this was more like pushing my fear out into the open.“Does this make me look fat?” I asked Shelley, as I turned again, trying to see my backside. Who was I kidding? Was I planning and not just contemplating going? The more I stared at myself in the mirror, the more convinced I was that I had lost all sense of reality. There was n...