Why does the Moon shine?_Whatever happened to the piano man?_The sack of the capital_Long Lost Famil
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Why does the Moon shine?
She looked up. Blue clouds and white skies fill the horizons from left to right. The fluffy gentle grass enveloped her back. She slowly closed her eyes to experience it all. The earth beneath her rustled and life underneath hustled. She felt the ants scurry in single file lines and each blade of the lawn soak up the radiant sunlight. Here, no shouting and no fighting can be heard. No beer bottles were thrown. No muffled tears. It almost felt like all her problems were fading. Almost. A tear found itself nestled on the edge of her face.She took a deep breath, but before she could exhale, a voic...
Whatever happened to the pianowww.onedoor.cc man?
Daniel delighted at the sounds that would be made in his absence. He could hear them now. The outcries at being introduced to a lesson that no one would want to learn. Far more valuable than the grubby notes that lay in the bank under Daniel’s name. Of course, his absence would be sizeable. He was a big man. At the age of just 9 years old, he proved to be bigger than all the other boys his age, even at the most aggressive point in their growth spurts. He was tall. His shins were the size of “4 octaves on a piano”. This may seem an odd measurement, but it was a thorn in his huge heart. His larg...
The sack of the capital
It was just after daybreak, and the city administrators were beating the gongs to signal the opening of the markets. The large open square was already filling with throngs of people as they swarmed in from the alleys of the neighboring wards. Dust teemed in the sweltering air, kicked up from the crowds as they milled about, crushing the sunbaked turf beneath their feet.Street-vendors, trading goods and trinkets of all kinds, were crying their wares from their booths. Retailers and customers hammered away at each other over prices and amounts. Copper and silver coins clanged as purchasers thum...
Long Lost Family Reunited?
I was an artist. Just a twenty year old, I couldn't do much but spend most of my time out in the wary old sun, speckling my brush with blots of coloured paint. I was different from both my parents, however. My father was the rare one with tanned brown hair with streaks of deep, glinting black. My mother had a pure chocolate river that cascaded beautifully down her back. I, however, had blonde strips with brown.I had always wondered where that blonde had come from. My mother used to tell me that it probably was a mixture of brown and black. I left that to it and never really bothered much.One p...