Lonely California_The Dresden affair_The Driver's Wife_It Was More Fun In Hell
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Lonely California
Premise: it's my first first-person story. Any suggestions are much appreciated!***The summer heat arrived all at once, like every year. I’ve always had trouble to swift from the winter cosy sweater to shorts and flip flop; and every year, I’m totally blindsided. This time was no different: in the middle of June, I’m still wearing my pink slippers and my leggings are on, but that day was terribly hot, something like 38 degrees Celsius. “Ok, now I’m gonna take a shower and change these clothes…”, that’s what I thought when I opened my bedroom’s window and the heat hit my face violently. The sui...
The Dresden affair
The Dresden Affair Suzanne Marsh“Ah Georg, I have been waiting to talk to you. I have a job for you.” “Thank you Herr Schmidt, what would have me do?” “Kill Herr Rudolph Diesel. I must prevent him from selling his engine to the British. What he is doing traitorous to Germany. We have learned that he is in Antwerp, he will board the SS Dresden. Since you are techically still his apprentice; he has paid for your ticket in second class. Germany is depending on you Georg.” Georg Betz shrugged his thin shoulders, he had his assignment. The only thing that he could do was to follow the orders he ...
The Driver's Wife
The Driver's WifeThe two-bedroom house is built with logs, slate, and fibre bark, and the floor is paved with lining boards. The large bark kitchen at one end is larger than the house itself, including the porch. The clumps have no horizon because the fields are flat; there are no mountains in the distance; the bushes are mwww.onedoor.ccade up of apple trees with too small and rotten roots; there are no weeds; nothing makes sight easier, except for some necks.The deep green of sighing on a narrow creek with almost no water. The next civilization mark, the hut on the main road, is 25 miles away. The shepherd...
It Was More Fun In Hell
It Was More Fun In HellThe following is based on events from 1991 to 1998、 He had a beard, dark hair, just a thin man smoking a cigarette. "Something's happened there since the 1970s," he told me. "Probably more. I know the place is bad because the bad thing happened to me. It was all in the paper. National news. You changed my name to protect my privacy. Something different happened to me. It's still inside of me, but not all of it. He liked to attack women most of the time. ""Do you want to turn off some ghosts?" He said. "Well, man, the place still stands." You won't tear it off for a while...