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To all my friends, I remember you. I need you to know that I have not forgotten you. I remember all of you, how we met, how we became friends, and even how we became strangers. But, you are forever in my heart. I might have forgotten your name, I might have forgotten how you look maybe, but I remember the time we spent together. The time that made us become friends. I remember M, I hear that she was my best friend when I was young. We were always together. Everybody tells me that. But the other day I came back home, I met you, I didn't even say hi. You never said hello either, but maybe you di...
Toys in the Attic: Come to my Window
Come to my Window The Letter When Sabella arrived at her new home on the evening of July 10, 2020, she was surprised to find a package on her porch. She supposed that it must have been delivered to the wrong house, but it was addressed to Miss Sabella Laaksonen. She recognized the blocky script, and there were hearts with tendrils branching off them drawn at each corner of the recipient’s address. The tendrils entwined with one another. Sabella took the package into the house, set it on the coffee table, and opened it with trembling hands. Sabella felt Uriel’s etheric touch on her shoulder, bu...
Love Trilogy
Early in the morning, there is an interview in wall mart company as secretary to CEO, Manager and chief secretary of the company Than 11 people are selected for these positions. In that, there are 2 boys remaining are girls . They are between 20-25years of age, all are youngsters Their names are Mayank Agarwal, Mike christ, Yumiko Dubler, Brynn cave, Eva rise, Grace nimmy, Ember Arnold Harini reddy,lahari, Alia zain ,Krithika all are from different parts of the world and different culture . They planned for a party after interview selections but girls told know all convinced they told they wil...
Looking Back At It
I met Kayla two years ago. The memory of walking up to her for a question about Trigonometry was still burnt into my mind. It was the first time I had even noticed her. A teacher had recommended me to go and ask my doubts. Her being the best in class. She usually sat with a select group of people during lunch, and did not attract anyone's attention, ever. Any teacher stopped her from answering even when she rose her hand, in hopes of some more obscure student getting a chance, so half of the class did not know what she sounded like. I was also usually on my own. It was easier like that. Even...