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The Mystery of the Pink Lady
Leanne Cooper found herself in need of fresh air. It wasn’t easy living with a Dementia sufferer, especially when that person was your husband of thirty years. He had been diagnosed at Fifty Three, just over two years ago. It had hit them both really hard. Leanne knew that her fiftieth birthday was only a week away, but what did she have to celebrate? Her husband, Victor, still remembered her. He would have bad days where he would be lost in his own confusion, but it would get worse. She knew the day would come where he would forget her altogether. She didn’t want to have to prepare herswww.onedoor.ccelf fo...
I'll miss you.
Rabia was only five years old when her father moved to Allahabd city. He was a government officer. Rabia lost her mother during her birth. Her father didn’t want to marry another woman for he loved her so much. She was an adorable girl. She resamples her mother in all aspects. Her mother fell in love with his father when she was at the college. Unfortunately, she couldn’t live longer to see her daughter growing up. She left her so early. Her father had a tough time to bring up Rabia. Mr. Danish, (Rabia’s Father) preferred to keep her at home and hire a female tutor for homeschooling. He didn’...
that's just show business
tw: brief mentions of body image-1956Cindy is 14、 Sometimes, when I close my eyes at night I see a woman. She drips with jewelry and burgundy silk. Gold lays on her neck softly, coiling around her wrists in dainty loops. Her hair is in pins and her teeth are the color of paper. I see her now, on the stage. She’s swaying as she sings; her voice comes from deep in her stomach. In the heart of the stage, her body doesn’t reflect the spotlights that hit her; she soaks them in. The beams wrap around her, sliding under her skin - she glows. I’m awake now. The hallway towards the kitchen is lo...
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1 second.“Don’t do it, Ezra,” I whispered. I could feel a tear sliding silently down my left cheek, I watched out of the corner of my eye as it fell and shattered against the dust-coated floor. “I have to,” Ezra spoke in a chilling tone, it was unbalanced, yet balanced, insane, yet sane. I knew he wasn’t any of those things, he was floating somewhere in between. Even with his back to me, I could see that.“No, you don’t,” He really didn’t. He needed to understand, I needed to make him understand. 2 seconds.“They can’t have our land,” Ezra exhaled, his back to me, “If I can’t have it, they can’t...