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Rhonda's Room
Rhonda’s RoomIt was Rhonda’s room and it was a direct reflection of her personality and intelligence. On one wall, there were pictures of the cosmos and atoms and Albert Einstein. The planets were painted into the blue universal sky and appeared very real.On a different wall, there was a forest deep, mysterious and serene. If one looked very closely a unicorn was hiding behind one of the giant redwoods.Another wall featured classic cars including a red Ferrari S.p.A., a silver Alfa Romeo Guiletta Spider, a yellow Ford Mustang Convertible, a blue Shelby Cobra 289, a whi...
...little drummer girl
Write about a drummer going to a holiday party for musicians.Lee wasn’t your typical drummer. A talented singer and dancer, her abilities were more suited for Broadway in musical theatre than heavy metal. So, she became more www.onedoor.ccof a Karen Carpenter type drummer rather than Neil Peart; slim, graceful, with a velvety rich voice. The fact that she played drums at all was a bit of a lark. She had met Lyle in college, who was much older and a rock musician; she sang and needed to pick up an instrument, and her dancers training made her have natural rhythm...she simply picked up the drumsticks and play...
Letter Treasure
Max tugged on his blanket that was falling off his shoulder and pulled it closer. He sat in front of his laptop on his usual Saturday morning, writing and working on his book, trying like hell to get out of the funk he was in; grunting through trying to find the right words. He stopped, put his head in his hands and sighed. He turned around to look out the window behind him, watching people in the courtyard: a couple walking hand in hand, an elderly man feeding pigeons, and kids playing in the park. People seemed happy even in the cold fall weather; anything that would jar a thought, image, an...
How He Got His Vacation Time
He did not take the news very well. “Why do you hate me, Jim?” “Danny…” “Daniel. I told you that many times. Now, why do you hate me?” Jim Stephens, a man who had managed Daniel Simon’s team for only six months and already wanted out, held his head up and repeated what he said. “All staff is going to be required to work through the long weekend. All vacation time is therefore reduced for essential workers.” “Essential…” “Look…” “How essential am I? All the paperwork is in and you won’t even need to have me on for the group projects.” “Yes. That is right. Group projects.” Jim found an opening t...