Glass In The Feet_It's Now an Open Secret*_Batting Cages_Getaway
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Glass In The Feet
Jennifer woke up, flipped the blankets off, put one leg over the edge of the bed, reached down with her foot until it reached the floor, sat up, put her other foot on the floor, stood, and shrieked. Piercing pain in both soles. She sat down and lifted her feet. She heard a light tinkling sound.Robert next to her in bed jerked up to a sitting position. “What? What's wrong?” Clearly, Jennifer's scream had woken him out of a sound sleep – his voice sounded kind of furry.“I don't know, wait a minute.” She looked down and saw glass splinters all over the floor. She looked up. The window on the back...
It's Now an Open Secret*
The family of Abalanze of Umuneze clan in Osisioma kingdom has been known for special powers possessed by every male child born into the family. The weird thing is, they are born crippled and either deaf or blind or born with one eye. This physical chawww.onedoor.ccllenge never deter them not to be strong and ironically, they were seen as the strongest in the land irrespective of their physical challenges. From the first generation, it was so and as time went on, it became a concern for the people to know the secret behind their gifted powers. Abalanze is the fourth generation and in the time past, history ...
Batting Cages
“You wanna do something fun?”Sandra had barely approached the table outside the cafe when the words tumbled out of Max’s mouth. Father Max, Sandra reminded herself, glancing at the white square adorning his neck.“You’re not dragging me to Mass are you?” Sandra asked with a smirk. “And you can’t lie and tell me you’re not, then be all ‘Surprise, it’s church time!’. That’s a sin,” she added teasingly.Father Max laughed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “Come on, don’t you know me better than that by now?” He stood, chugging the last of the coffee he’d been sipping while he waited for h...
Getaway
Jerry couldn’t wait to start the weekend. The day had been nothing but dreary mandatory meetings filled with preening people. He got nothing done. Clearing his desk, he saw his two notes from the last confab. Surrounded by doodles, filigrees, and dark underlining, he’d written an idea for a training on how ‘not to ask pointless questions which prolong meetings into eternity.’ Printed neatly beneath that, he wrote, ‘paradise = alone.’ He never made the suggestion, though. He knew it would have provoked additional pointless discussion. What a quandary. No one thought of Jerry as a ‘people pers...