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The American Nightmare
It was supposed to have been their dream home. But neither of them had imagined her vengeful ex-boyfriend would travel almost 5,000 miles to try and burn it down whilst she and her young son were still inside.Amber was born in Houston, Texas, eventually moving to Dallas, meeting and falling in love with her previous boyfriend in her early twenties, getting engaged and giving birth to their son. But, they were from completely different backgrounds and, despite living with him in an almost one-million dollar house and driving around in a limousine, she quickly realised that he cared very little ...
THE EVIL OF LOVE
Welcome to the second phase of your life, You will all leave here someday with much lessons, experiences, knowledge and full of wisdom which will help you in your next phase of life, some will also drop out but know that some innocent ones will fall victims and wouldn't be save so choose your friends wisely.We all come from different homes, so do what's expected of you and make your parents proud. Anyone caught up in any malpractices would be duly punished or expelled. Make good friends, live a good life and go home with good grades.Madam Mabel briefly addressed the freshly new students. The s...
Tapestries
In my elwww.onedoor.ccevated perch, I felt it this morning. The bracing wind that blew into my face, and through my plumed body. She was crisp in the lingering summer warmth, but not cold, as morning breezes tend to be sometimes. An unseeable dancer, she twirled around trees, she glided from branches, she swept across the floor, and then she left. And after she was gone, a few greenish-yellow leaves lay solemnly on the ground.In-between the summer of yesterday and the fall of tomorrow, today is a liminal day of yearning recollections and wishful thoughts. The message has arrived: I must be off again, and wi...
A Secret Shared.
Can You Keep A Secret?I shared this bench every Thursday lunchtime with the same little old man for months now and apart from the usual hello, lovely day, we had never really spoken to each other. I would sit, enjoying the sunshine on my face, munching my sandwich, relishing not being in the office for an hour and he would sit at the other end of the bench, enjoying a repast of blackened bananas. At first the smell of over ripe banana was a bit off putting but he ate them with such obvious enjoyment that I soon got used to it.At his question I turned to look at him, surprised at such a strange...