The promise_Somewhere in Dreams_Mr. Kim's Scandal_Uneven Hearts
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The promise
It was a silly document left in a tiny envelope. Left in his mother's desk, a document he found years later as he was rummaging through the attic.She had gone to soothsayers, palm readers. All to no avail. His carer told him also of the time when she became rather desparate and she'd gone to Japan specifically for readings of leaves at the bottom of a tea cup.All foretold of a beautiful child. A male of course, an only child to carry the family name. Nice promises, but not easy for her to achieve as she was a childless young widow. Her husband taken from her too quickly. A terrible road accide...
Somewhere in Dreams
Rebecca smiled at me. It was a sunny day at the café I used to visit in my childhood. They had just served my favorite dish: half a cheese pizza, a whole Maine lobster and a side of chocolate glazed donuts. "You know what's weird?" Rebecca asked me. "What?" I replied. "Every time I turn on the microwave, my phone bill goes up twenty dollars," she said. "Oh, just turn it off. That's what I did." "You okay?" She asked. "Yeah," I said as I put the tooth in my pocket. "I miss you." "I miss you too."We gazed at each other for a long moment. Just then, I noticed my coworker Arthur walking...
Mr. Kim's Scandal
"Breaking news! Kim wins the election!!" The small group cheered after hearing what the news anchor said. Their friend had won the election. He would go down in history as the youngest president to ever be elected and he would also become the first Asianwww.onedoor.cc president. Things hadn't looked too good at first but quickly changed with how trustworthy and smart the young boy seemed to be. He would be changing more than just the U.S. during his presidency. He would be changing the world."He really did it!!" Jaemin yelled. Yoonki smacked Jaemin and shushed him."Be quiet!" Yoonki said as he made Jaemin s...
Uneven Hearts
“You don’t hate me,” my older brother smiled slyly. “You admire me.”With that, he slapped down the queen of spades on top of the pile of cards, adding another 13 points to my score. It was the third hand in a row he’d gleefully beaten me.Roy was only half right. I admired him; it was true. But I hated him with a fury that only a marginalized younger brother can muster. “It’s your turn to shuffle,” my father said, handing me the deck, adding points with his sharp pencil to my already disappointing tally on his scoring sheet. He spoke in his typically dismissive tone. As if his having to remind ...