Pleasant Job_The First Sit-In_The Disclosure_The Art of Seeking
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Pleasant Job
"The art museum was a lovely choice for a place to meetup," Becca said with a charming smile. Vaughn did feel charmed. He was nervous, but Becca seemed so confident. She had agreed to be there with him, hadn't she? There was no reason to be nervous, he told himself. "Yeah, I come here all the time," Vaughn said. "I don't actually know anything about art, but it makes for a pleasant atmosphere." Becca giggled, and Vaughn's ears got hot. "I don't know much about art, either, but I like the way it makes me feel," She winked. Vaughn's heart skipped a beat, but he held his composure enough to saywww.onedoor.cc,...
The First Sit-In
February 1st, 2019 “The New York Museum of American History.” I read the sign on the door as I walked in. The sign really was beautiful. Bold, green letters, like the sign was letting you know that this was the best museum ever, and you should never doubt it. Swirls of red, white, and blue bits of color that seemed to be splattered on the sign randomly. And that’s what made it pretty. It was splattered in the sense of a chaotic mess, but it was free and lively. Not like other museums, which was neat and perfect, but in all of the wrong ways. I loved this place already. Before I could ...
The Disclosure
─ Welcome to this hearing where we shall find out what happened when Sophie was brought here to the headquarters. We have seen some disturbing pictures on TV. But we start from the beginning. Sophie, can you take a seat here in the front? Good. You can start with why and how you ended up at the farm in the wilderness.─ I could not stand the life in town, isolated in a small flat. Our country had changed from democracy to a dictatorship in only one year, that was, and is, unbelievable. I got in contact with the resistance movement and thought that I was going to be smuggled out of the country,...
The Art of Seeking
I slip and fall hard on my back. "Holy mother of God," I gasp as the wind is knocked out of me. I lay there for what feels like an eternity. I inhale and exhale, my stomach feeling tight and painful, and wait for my head to stop spinning. I get on my hands and knees, cursing my sister. Why, oh, why did I listen to her? Roller skating is most definitely not easy, and neither is it gracious. A girl jogging by gives me a sympathetic smile. Perfect, I should’ve practiced somewhere other than the public park to avoid embarrassing myself. I slowly take the skates off my feet. I carry the rollerbla...