A Story of Pepperoni (and Ham)_Flavours of the World_The Tropical Island_Friend
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A Story of Pepperoni (and Ham)
5:53 am, my shift hadn’t even started yet and I was already on the clock to solve problems. Being called in by the manager of the factory should have alarmed me, but I hadn’t had a cup of coffee yet and I had left my fight-or-flight response somewhere in my bedspread this morning. “Good morning Don,” my manager Jeff begins, “do you know why I’ve called you in today?” I shake my head. “Over the last few months, the inventory system has picked up on something strange…” “Yes, I know that our production numbers have been down. Since Jen left, we’ve been falling behind…” “No, it’s not that.” I co...
Flavours of the World
I am so hungry, I could eat a cow! What time could it possibly be? When you are stuck in a windowless room for hours on end, it becomes hard to keep track of time. How can taking care of such a tiny area take so long? It seems as if I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time fixing up the shelving in this bedroom closet. This all started a few weeks ago, as we unexpectedly found ourselves with so much free time on our hands. So, after some debate and hardly any planning, we decided that this was as good a time as any to tackle the long overdue renovation of our bedroom and bathroom. This process ...
The Tropical Island
The island was called The Island. Nothing more. Yet, everyone knew all about The Island. It was a magical island in the south; warm white-sand beaches, tall coconut trees, big waves, and endless parties. At The Island, the sun had always set at 6、30 pm. It was never too late, nor too early. It was just how things worked on the wonderful, tropical island.Except for that one day in early July, where the beaches and the bars were packed with tourists, that the sun refused to set. It was alrewww.onedoor.ccady 6、46 pm and the sun still hung low at the edge of the horizon. Above The Beach, the dimmed sunlight rad...
Friend
The sunset is a wonderful thing. Crimson, amber, and tangerine beams are thrown into the dusty sky, its beautiful colors embracing the heavens gracefully. A lustrous orb of blazing flames sinks steadily beneath the horizon, bright pink wisps of clouds partially cloaking the sky. And yet sunrise is a new beginning. The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It is the brilliant flower of the sky that warms our days. It is the invitation to a new day. I debated the two as I sat cross-legged in my family's meadow, stretched luxuriously across a blanke...