Waiting to die_Wait at Shelley's Bluff_A Coward_The Crushed Rose
Catalog Guide:
Waiting to die
Barry is a young man looking for who to love him unconditionally .on a faithful day he meet mabel who was busy buying some grosreys from the store. He waved at her and she waved back .when he got to her he expressed his likeness towards her and they became intimate friends .they kept seeing each other but on this faithful day barry came visiting mabel but was surprised to see her with another man kissing and cuddling each other . He felt bad and left to his place. When he later called her it was the man that picked up .barry was shetterd he felt his world was coming to an end . The followning ...
Wait at Shelley's Bluff
The air was so clear this afternoon that I was sure I could see the fields of New Zealand in the distance, and I could hear the baas of the sheep echoing over the Pacific, rolling over the waves of white foam just to tumble clumsily through my window. Of course, I don’t really think my hearing is so superhuman, but I like to say so when I’m with Johnathan, who complains that he’s closer to the water and can’t hear shit. I tell Johnathan that his bedroom is on the wrong side of the house and that there aren’t any silly walls obstructing my hearing. “You’ve just got to be one with the ocean, emb...
A Coward
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” The commander says.“Death is not defeat, sir.” The strategist retorts, leaning forward on the desk. “One man is not an army.”Commander March-a tall, square-set man in his early forties-checks the urge to roll his eyes. He looks up from their plan. He’s spent too much time in this room, too much time with the cocky, disrespectful man in front of him. The past three days have drowned March in grim reports from the watchmen and snark from the strategist, who acts like it’s the commander’s fault that three different feudal lords sit outsid...
The Crushed Rose
“ Saheb, saheb, please take this bunch of fresh roses for memsahib”, cajoling and running along the flashing BMW car was Rose, the flower girl, at the intersection where the car waited briefly for the signal to change from red to green. But before the passenger could decide, the light changed from Red to Green and the traffic moved like a giant wave leaving Rose behind like an abandoned sea shell on the beach waiting for the next wave to wash it back to the sea.The name Rose stirs our imagination of royalty, soft texture and heavenly fragrance but ironically the flower girl was dusky, thin,...