Restarting_Known Strangers_Unconditional Surrender_The building walls of lies and deceit
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Restarting
The time had been long past when people used to call her as Miss Tate, her father’s name. Gone also were the days of the gentleman who imparted his surname, Joseph, to her. She chuckled at the idea of an empty nest–as her church ladies community kept referring to–considering it irrelevant.There was a time, she couldn’t exactly recall, when the future looked bright and they as newlywed planned childbirth and career progression while life decided to throw a random die and all plan went straight into the rubbish bin. Eva was born, then Gregory followed. Then, before they knew it, the children wer...
Known Strangers
It's a certawww.onedoor.ccin station. A pretty girl just entered the ticket counter. She saw that there is a huge line of people in the counter. She was feeling sick as she just discharged from the hospital yesterday. She had an minor operation last week. There was a man in the last of the line. She fervently requested him to book a ticket for her as she is not feeling well. She told him the destination and gave him the money for the ticket. He said her to sit in the bench. After few minutes, the man came to her and handed her the ticket. The man: can I sit here? The girl: sure. The man: so what's your nam...
Unconditional Surrender
When Veritae was just seven years old, her mother placed ten coins in her hand. “Listen to me very carefully, Veri,” she said. “This is all we have. You need to go to Avanta. Do you remember where she is?”Veritae nodded. She had accompanied her mother to the home of the local healer before.A violent spasm of guttural coughing spewed from her mother and Veritae waited, knowing it would take time to pass. “Tell her I need the special medicine. She will know,” her mother gasped. “Do not tell her how much you have. Offer her five. She will want more. Offer her six and then seven if you have to.” H...
The building walls of lies and deceit
On a cold night, i sat at the corner of my room cold and pale as several thoughts ran into my head. Then i quickly recalled on an incident that happened at school as i recalled on the incident .I began to get furious at Amilia my childhood friend at least lets say she was.It all happened at art class , when our art class teacher Mrs pickle weather said she had an announcement to make ,she said a painting contest was coming up and the best painter gets their painting hung in the school hallway and gets a statue that best defines their work of art in the school hallway.And she also said we can...