Lake View Court Living_The Wonders of Rain_The Visitor In The Veil_Give It One Last Try
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Lake View Court Living
Barry and Jeanette pulled into the driveway precisely at noon on a Wednesday in April. It was beautiful out, eighty degrees and light wispy clouds seemingly etched into the bright blue sky. The breeze from the lake two www.onedoor.ccblocks away brought a touch of coolness that kept the sun from feeling too hot. They got out and looked around the cul-de-sac that would be their immediate neighborhood for the next six months as they housesat for their friends Julio and Kathy who would be spending those months with Julio’s parents in Sevilla, Spain. Julio and Kathy didn’t want the house to be empty and Barry an...
The Wonders of Rain
It had been a dry summer in the desolate town of Maroon Gulch, an old mining town fifty miles from the nearest city. People in this town were used to the arid climate, but this year had been particularly dry.Vegetation was slim apart from cactus and tumbleweeds, and a large greenhouse owned by a horticulturalist named, Lawrence Peabody, a forty-something loner who devoted his life to growing and cultivating all the town’s produce.Mister Peabody was also a self-proclaimed inventor, though not many of the town folk took him seriously. His inventions from the past had all been failures. He once ...
The Visitor In The Veil
“Sir, can you count down from ten for me?”I was not particularly tired so I saw no point - I would probably make it all the way down to one before they realized they had given me the wrongs medications - but I complied anyway because who am I to tell them how to do their jobs.“Ten,” I started, staring at the ceiling.“Nine,” I continued, the strength starting to seep out of my body.To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history - Thomas Browne “Eight,” The healing of the world is in its nameless saints - Bayard Taylor“Sev…”Everything turned black.—Next thing I knew I woke up in a wh...
Give It One Last Try
My admiration for my gran only grew as I got older. She was known in the family as a tough old boot, a lovable character who called a spade a spade, but would help anyone who needed it. She grew up in England, in the country, one of nine children. Her mother was a seamstress and her father a labourer. Even when Gran’s dad went off to war, Gran’s mum still worked when she could. Of course her services weren’t needed as much as before the war, but there were some of the aristocracy needing the neat and immaculate sewing she did as they were still holding their social events, despite the bombs f...