Call Me Raven_The Day I was Human_Abandoned Places_Prodigal
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Call Me Raven
King Toliver Nesbitt flashes his million-dollar caps and wiggles his bushy eyebrows at Chancellor Manville Dubois, a sure sign the monarch will try to coerce Manville into doing the impossible.“I’m looking forward to seeing Queen Esther,” King Toliver says.“How is the queen feeling these days?” Manville asks. Distinguished, yet unassuming, Chancellor Dubois’s lanky build, fluffy brown hair, and glasses make him look more like a college professor than Andorra’s most accomplished diplomat.“She’s fragile. I can’t thank you enough for coming up with the idea of moving her to our second home in Ca...
The Day I was Human
"Gangu Ram, are you there?", I cried. This just doesn't work. Gangu Ram is always late. He never comes to the school early .Sometimes I feel so exasperated with him that I feel I would give him a sound thrashing." I would like to break his neck", I thought. I repeatedly told him yesterday not to be so late, but who listens to whom. Especially today is a very important day. The school inspector is coming to inspect the school. Our school, the P. G Memorial is reputed to have the best library in Kolkata, with its air conditioned rooms, comfortable benches and the most important of all, its books...
Abandoned Places
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same.Her eyes wandered across the field toward the fading red barn in the distance. She couldn’t believe it was still standing. It had been falling down since before her birth. The family had long abandoned farming and now lived in the city but still held on to the property they had owned since 1876、 A part of her was proud of her farming pioneer heritage. Another part was ashamed. She rarely talked about it with her friends. Though when she did they somehow thought it was cool her family had been there th...
Prodigal
While the rest of the nation chose to fly, Ted Fielding took to his trusty Subaru and drove the 1,500 miles from Long Island to aptly named Hometown, Nebraska. Traffic was light for the most part, aside from some road construction north of Pittsburgh—what monster ordains road construction the week of Thanksgiving?—and the scenery on Ted’s left and right shifted from skyscrapers to shorn cornfields to shadowy, lamented steel plants and back to cornfields again. For two nights he slept with his torso on the Subaru’s back seat, legs thrust at ever-shifting angles over the console between the driv...