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Moving the Goalposts

Marshmallow Wrapped In Barbed Wire

Meeting Louise

The Clock Struck 11、 I had been sitting there for hours upon hours reading my favorite author, Louisa May Alcott. Even though I knew the ending by heart it still did not help quote the tears.My sister entered the room and gave a smirky little laugh." I can't believe you are still crying over that silly book."I picked up the tissue that laid on the table before me and dabbed my eyes. No one really understood how I felt. How could they? I felt I had as I had been born in the wrong time and at the wrong place. I would have loved to have lived in a time that was as romantic as that of the early ei...TSYone door

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Adeem had a chequered childhood- a childhood of mons and sobs.Adeem wound leave for school earlier than his other classmates living in the neighborhood.He had no sense of time.He would leave his home, go to his friends and if he would not be ready would look for some other to play with.For Adeem school was not jan institution where he would learn but just a brick-stone structure akin to garden full of love and latitude.He was always at his happiest while at school.He was not a gem of a student.He would only love school for his home was no better. One day Adeem was coming home and he came acros...TSYone door

Moving the Goalposts

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” The words hung in the air for a moment surrounding me with doubt. I knew better than to confide in my mother. This was the very reason I had tried to keep her from finding my writing, but my attempts had failed. I hadn’t realized she still searched my name once a week and one of the sites I posted to had my real name attached. It hadn’t been anything special, but it had set her on the path of asking me for updates on my the work. With November being National Novel Writing Month, she was already questioning how progress was going.“Well...TSYone door

Marshmallow Wrapped In Barbed Wire

Twenty five years in, she found herself a ghost. She stood unseen in the living room, stupidly holding a large bowl of homemade caramel corn. The noise from the widescreen television washed over her, the whistles and calls, the screaming of the fans, the roar of the crowd. The men in the room, overgrown and overfed, booed and hooted, depending on their agreement with the referees. Empty bottles of beer and depleted bags of chips lay pillaged. She sat the bowl down. Quick meaty hands dug to the bottom, shoved gooey warm caramel corn into half full mouths. Murmurs of approval quickly followed. H...TSYone door