Atithi Devo Bhava_Deals with the Devil_Corporate Punishment_Toys & Braids
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Atithi Devo Bhava
She sat silently on a table in the bar. "One red wine please" She asked to the waiter. The waiter asked-"Ma'am, with Ice? Or without?" "Two cubes please, thanks." She replied. Liza, a heartthrob lawyer, was sitting in a corner of a bar, Bras de Feras. She was lost in her own tune. She was enjoying the Jazz played by a local Greek singer. She was disturbed, by a voice which came from her back. "Nice song by the singer." A manly voice said from behind. She turned back, it was Lewis. Though he was unknown to her, but, his voice distracted her mind from the music & focused on this young gentlem...
Deals with the Devil
All that filled Ivory's mind was a low ringing sound. His face remained impassive and peaceful while seething hatred coursed through him. The object of his ire? The Demoness and her entourage sitting at his Mistress’s dining room table as if she was over for a casual lunch. Ivory stood dutifully at the back of Mistress Isadora’s chair, looking down at her golden head as she continued talking to her “guests”. Even though she was still a child, so much responsibility was set on her shoulders. Despite the frilly yellow dress and doll-like appearance, Isadora was a serious, sharp-eyed girl that ...
Corporate Punishment
An itchy grey suit, a sentimental watch, and a pistol tucked into his belt. This was all the old man had left to lose on this tour. The train sat idle, large and bright like the lush valley housing its tracks. For Clint Rogers, the juxtaposition between the machinery and the greenery was too painful to ignore. He stood among fat cats with skyward noses and fox skin scarves. They blabbered, excited to board. He overheard them swapping obnoxious tales of their financial exploits, future construction plans, and designer drugs. Wafts of unnecessarily expensive cigar smoke tainted the air. He felt ...
Toys & Braids
Maria slumped over the edge of her stiff bed, letting her long brown braids fall on either side of her face, almost touching to floor. Actually, the cool floor seemed more welcoming thanwww.onedoor.cc the standard-issue bed. So, Maria let the rest of her body follow the braids onto the ground.The crack that was emitted from her lower back was both painful and relieving. Yet another justification of her need for a real bed.Turning to her side, she looked at the collection of items accumulated over her 15 years of life. Choosing a magic eight ball from the bunch, she extended her arm trying to reach it. Unsu...