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Natural reality show
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. It was totally engulfed in flame like the type we witness in California and Australia each year. The only noticeable difference between the California, Australia and Achara fire is that: the formers were well known places but the later is not. Again, the Australian and Californian fires were shown in televisions world wide but Achara fire is known only in Achara and environ. There is record of durability, continuity,followership and stability to deal with too.But I guess that the people of Achara is not envious of the formers record. I ...
life
THE STORY OF LIFE Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbor, coworker, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger) but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find ...
Stuck in an elevator!
Eleanor fly-jumped out of the car. She was going to the bank, her first job. The bank's owner, Mrs. Smith, liked Eleanor and accepted her as a banker. The bank building was tall, with very clean mirrors. The building looked so professional and cool and Eleanor felt like she was fitting in. When she looked up, she saw that the building looked so tall, she thought it will touch the sky. The building was majestic, and Eleanor thought it was one of the most beautiful building in the world. Eleanor walked to the bank doorway. It was very peculiar, with its rotating doors. But Eleanor, who was too e...
Behind Monkey Bars
“Somebody, stop him!”I glanced down at the loot I had just stolen and stuffed it in my shirt. After snatching it from the hands of an unsuspecting woman, I darted across the sidewalk away from Second Street. Pedestrians crowded the area, making a quick getaway difficult. I peered over my shoulder only to see a police guard right on my tail.“Stop, thief!”My meticulously organized robbery was now in full swing. Darting past dozens of bystanders, I whipped out my cell phone and fumbled with it momentarily.“Where are you?”“www.onedoor.ccNinth Street,” my driver responded, “and I am outside the warehouse.” I hu...