Convincing Death_Love grows_A True Kind of Fantasy_the new phone
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Convincing Death
I watch her sleep.And I watch her sleep some more. And she continues to sleep. Holy mackerel! Well, mackerels aren’t holy, but, wowzers! Is this girl gonna sleep all night? Hurry it up lady, you may be mortal, but it’s not like you need eight hours of sleep.Wait a second. I look it up, only to find that indeed, mortal humans need around eight hours of sleep.***So, four hours later, why is this girl still asleep? She stirs.Then she starts snoring again.Call me impatient, but I got other peeps to take, so clearly I need to assert my dominance.“MARLEE!” I bellow, “HOW MUCH SLEEP DO YOU NEED?!?!”I...
Love grows
Love grows. Scaling through the hurdles of life wasn’t easy for Roland, he is just a little boy when he both parent died in a ghastly motor accident, after his parent were buried he went back to live with his uncle, uncle Ben, uncle Ben was a police officer, he has two kids Mack and Rose, Roland has to relocate to live with uncle Ben since he alone can’t live in the house because he was still very young, Roland was two years older than mark an four years older than Rose, the whole family love Roland a lot, he was like a brother to them not only a cousin and a son to uncle Ben, when he reloc...
A True Kind of Fantasy
“Tell me a story Damirwww.onedoor.cc.”“Jebba, I don’t know if I have many of those left in me.”That’s what he’d always say. Damir would coax me onto the couch, and he’d tell me a story anyway. Sometimes, there’d be a “once upon a time” and always a happily ever after. Tell me a story. I’d ask, over and over until he’d throw his hands up in defeat. Sometimes, we’d even go out onto the dew-heavy grass to sit under the moon, and somehow, the moon always looked bright and full.“How’s today?”“Annoying...like...eraser shavings.” Damir gestured to all the eraser shavings littered across his desk.“We need a bigge...
the new phone
"I walked on down the street and on either side there were phone shops entreating me to buy the latest cell phone with more minutes per month than I could possible use. Everywhere people were sitting in parks, cafes, walking down the street, all with phones pressed against their ears. Some of them had the invisible headsets that make it impossible to distinguish them from the insane who argued with themselves in public. I remember that in the old days a hippy walking down the street with his mobile was practically advertising that he was a drug dealer. At the time, people thought beepers were ...