Arigatō (Thankyou for being my friend)_Beautiful skies_THE GHOST WHO COULDN’T BE SEEN ON HALLOWEEN_A
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Arigatō (Thankyou for being my friend)
1684、..1693.....170..0 and done for another four miles today. I head over to a bench nearby, satisfied with my consistency, just for a short break. This is my second week in Tokyo and honestly I've never felt more healthier or satisfied my whole life I think to myselfMy phone starts ringing with it's questionable yet guiltily unchanged ringtone"Hi honey, guess what, I made your favourite dinner tonight""Wait no way! You traitor I'm catching a flight back to san Francisco right this second and you can't have a single bite of it until I reach"She seemed much unamused by my humour rather a bit te...
Beautiful skies
Mi nI remember the day Barry and I watched the sunset on Broad Beach in Coa-coa-cay in the Virgin Islands. The sky was filled with white fluffy cumulus clouds in the east and the combined colors of orange, purple and red to the west. The warm air that comin off the water was circling around our cool bodies."It is so beautiful here", I said. "I wish we could stay here forever.""No you don't. You would grow weary of it soon or later." "Besides, I thought you wanted to write about the world."I do". "And I want to explore it with you." He smiled, and then kissed me tenderly. "Well, I am holding yo...
THE GHOST WHO COULDN’T BE SEEN ON HALLOWEEN
THE GHOST WHO COULDN’T BE SEEN ON HALLOWEEN By B. FOGLE ROBERT W FOGLEMy pragmatic brain is struggling to convince my body I’m dead, I’ve croaked, bit the dust, kicked the bucket, cashed in my chips. However, I might be in a coma! But it looks dead doesn’t it? You know what, I’m just grabbing at straws. Look at my body wrapped around that tree trunk; you can’t get deader than that. Oh well, I reckon I always knew life was just a path to death. Had a look at www.onedoor.ccmy body after the accident, nobody could have survived something like that. Today’s date pops into my mind, October 23, 1980, and I thin...
A Cannibal's Cookbook
“This is so cool.”My older sister and I were poring over my Gran’s old cookbook. Technically, it had belonged to our grandmother’s grandmother, but Gran had contributed so much over the years that the book was more hers than anyone else’s.Jade and I had grabbed the musty book out from where Mom kept it hidden, at the very top of the bookshelf in the living room. The cookbook had only been ours for a few weeks, ever since Gran died. We’d been cleaning out her house for several days following the funeral when Mom found the cookbook in the very back of a cupboard containing clashy double-boilers ...