Inner Voice_A ROAD TRIP_A Fun/ Crazy Road Trip_Where Cherries Grow (Ukrainian Anecdote)
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Inner Voice
Inner Voice Rohan opened his eyes slowly to see himself in the mirror maze. He thinks, “How did I end up here”. He looks around and sees him surrounded by his own reflections. He tries to remember how he ended up here. He gets a glimpse of his chemistry class. He mildly remembers that he was in the chemistry lab doing some classwork. He can say by the look it is mirror maze, but this does not belong in the school. He slowly starts to walk forward and tries to find a way out of the maze. As he passes by many set of mirrors, he notices an odd thing. There were three mirrors that did not reflect ...
A ROAD TRIP
Dana sat back in the overwww.onedoor.ccsized chair at the car dealer lot in the office, the car guy checking over the papers to finalize the sale of her truck and camper rig, a Ford and pop-up camper attached. She had decided on that after considerable research, and chose the latter, being the most efficient for off-road travels to places she wanted to see. Arizona, Utah, New Mexico, where ever her heart desired. She had been planning and waiting a long time now to follow her dreams. Open highways, new people, sights of nature and canyons. Not to mention warm weather - after enduring cold winters in Canada,...
A Fun/ Crazy Road Trip
Twins Campbell and Sarah were upstairs in their room packing the final things for their summer road trip. Campbell was finishing up her backpack packing. She shoved her book, ipad, airpods, and sweatshirt into the bag and then zipped it up. Sarah was finishing up packing her backpack as well. She put her book, chewing gum, make-up pouch, and her airpods into her back before zipping it up. “Campbell, Sarah come on, it's time to go.” Their mom called.“Coming!” Campbell called back. Both girls grabbed their backpacks and their cellphones and ran down the stairs and outside to the car. Their dad...
Where Cherries Grow (Ukrainian Anecdote)
Where Cherries Grow (Ukrainian anecdote)In the days of the childhood, I was often left to spend a month or two of summer time in the house of my grandparents. They lived in a sleepy Ukrainian town on the cherry covered shore of the river that cuts the country on two on its grand way to the sea. Those long evenings under the cherries smelled candies, the glowing bugs flew overhead and among looking them up, illuminated by the glow faces of the kids there was mine and of my two brothers too. Next to our house was a park that everyone called “sadok”, the Ukrainian for a garden, - a verdant place ...