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“15 euros, eh? You’ve got enough material for a 40-minute ride?”“Totally! I just got back from a trip to Murcia, you’re going to LOVE the drawings I made of the beach. Plus, I have a peach mocktail recipe I can share with you, and the lyrics from a local hit. Not to mention the airlines reviews, drama from the hotel I stayed at, restaurant-”“Okay, okay, hahah! You earned this one, come on in!”Eva made herself comfortable in the Toyota Aygo, carefully placing her cardboard sign between the car seat and the door. “Insta Museum”, it read: a place of immense historical value, highlighting stories ...
How To Fix Time
Jennifer wakes up feeling exhausted, muscle memory launches her hand toward the alarm clock on the bed side table which blasts her with an auditory assault Monday thru Friday. However, on this particular Tuesday, no sound comes from the evil little box.She rolls over to glance at the clock through blurry, sleep drenched eyes. Amber colored numbers flash:12:00 12:00 12:00Must have had a power outage in the night. Jennifer thinks. Great. I’ll be late for work. Again. Next to the useless alarm clock, rests Jennifer’s phone. She rubs her eyes, raising the device to her face. A halo of light illumi...
The Assassin and the Last Cup of Tea
The young lad is preparing a cup of tea as Ronnie Singh enters the small tea stall at the edge of the tea Garden. His mind is in ferment. He rwww.onedoor.ccemembers his last meeting with the big boss at the Planters Club in Jorhat. This city is the centre of the tea plantations in upper Assam. He remembers the meeting vividly in the lounge of the Planters Club. He had gone straight to the lounge where the big man was sitting and waiting for him. A waiter was serving him tea. The tea plantations all around the city were a gift of the British Raj but now with the British gone, there was a power struggle betwe...
Anos, The Starlight Beast
The party started softly; in each home along the river, they lit their fires and started their music, filling the small village with light and sound. Slowly, as the moon rose in the sky above, the sounds and lights from the village grew. Louder and louder, the merriment sounded, filling the evening skies with laughing and joyful singing. This was a celebration that only happened once in a lifetime, and not a single soul in all of Sanctum Reach would have missed it.Carson Faraday was a young man and a captain to a small team of men. They followed him because they believed he could shine a light...