The Excellent Servant_Pinky Promise_How to Ruin Someone's Event_The heart is it's own prison
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The Excellent Servant
The Excellent Servant Looking back, I wish I hadn’t done it. Once the genie is out of the bottle, it’s hard to put it back in. I can’t say I didn’t know better-I did. And there’s no use making excuses. My actions were inexcusable. But now that I know what I know, I sure wish I hadn’t done it. The blizzard caught me by surprise since there are no windows on that side of the building. I was hoping to finish cleaning all the offices so I would have the weekend off. Judith was off for the day. I was alone in the building; that was nothing unusual. It waswww.onedoor.cc the fact that I knew nobody was goi...
Pinky Promise
“Do you pinky promise?”The scowl on the kid’s face would have made him look tough if it wasn’t so streaked with tears. There was so much dirt caked on him that if it weren’t for those tracks, I wouldn’t even be able to tell what color his skin was. Even with them, he was so raw and chapped from the harsh winter cold that I could only guess he had ever been anything more than mottled grey and red. I took my time letting my gaze wander down to the fist he held between us, pinky extended.“Yeah,” I say, wrapping my own finger around his. “I’ll pinky promise.”“You have to be specific! Otherwise it...
How to Ruin Someone's Event
It was only the roof of Princess Alexandria Auditorium (PAA) that was seen from a distance at sunset. Students had fully occupied the seats in the canopies outside the auditorium, some argued over their standing-spaces, those that were sitting now complained that they wouldn’t get any view of what would be projected later; consequently, they stood when the programme commenced. Some jostled in the crowd, in front of the auditorium to get a view of the programme of events through the windows, stood firm at their spots for hours till the programme ended, sweating profusely, so as not to he displa...
The heart is it's own prison
When the sun rose, I myself had already been up for many hours. I looked through the barn door, able to see the golden rays kissing the glistening, humid grass that shines in glorious green. The hills, that look so somber at night, under the light of the new day are of an exquisite beauty, filled with trees and pulsing with life. A faint smile crossed my lips while my hands continued to milk the cow; the pungent noise of the liquid hitting the metal bucket was already familiar to me.My days never truly start, and never really end; they are one long continuity of minutes, barely broken by perio...