Divine Delicacies_THE FACE IN THE DARK ROOM_Not My Cup of Tea_Where We Once Knew
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Divine Delicacies
Elenor’s POV As I look into the mirror, I admire my perfect reflection. Knowing I look jaw dropping in my crystal teardrop earrings, and my bold red lip. I smile knowing in fact, I look irresistible.everything sets off my fair skin quite nicely, my golden eyes gleaming back at me. Brushing my golden hair behind my ears, I turn to my lavish closet. Now time to pick out a delectable outfit Ravi will want to practically rip off of me, instead of being preoccupied making us his extravagant dish. Tonight was going to be a night, unlike our usual endeavors, where I cooked for him. Ravi was finally ...
THEwww.onedoor.cc FACE IN THE DARK ROOM
THE FACE IN THE DARK ROOM Mark Ross, a bank clerk , liked very much taking pictures. He was a real enthusiast of the shot. Indeed it can be said that he couldn’t help but photograph. At home he had a well- equipped laboratory for developing the photos he took during his travels , during the holidays ( vacations), but even those he took on the street of his city every day as soon as he could, as soon as he glimpsed someone or something to frame, to capture in a photo. So it was ( had been) a more than welcome surprise ,even exciting, that roll of photos which he happened to find, completely b...
Not My Cup of Tea
I'm not a tea drinker, but while heading for Colombian coffee beans, I accidentally threw away the can of Earl Gray and Jasmine tea that Maria had just given me for my birthday. The can was luxurious, I had not looked at it carefully before, but now that it was in my hands and I felt the embossing of the can, I stopped to see the illustrations, read the ingredients, the history of the tea, and even the instructions for creating the perfect mug.I uncapped it and as soon as I opened the bag, I sensed an aromatic explosion of memories; the bergamot and citrus notes immediately led me to think of ...
Where We Once Knew
Time echoes throughout the city burned to the ground. Memories of a time long forgotten when light erupted steadily from window sills nonexistent. Bodies lay on the ground, their ashes more than anything scattered mercilessly across the barren streets. Too much time to save the city. Not enough people cared. Not enough people cared until it was utterly impossible to not notice. Till the skies turned red and fog engulfed the night sky. Less of a fog and more of a smoke that caught people's lungs and suffocated them without relent. A smoke that couldn’t distinguish between man and animal. A smok...