Escaping Havelock_Fallen Family_Dear Andrew_A SORT OF RESOLUTION
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Escaping Havelock
Escaping HavelockMaitie was as beautiful as the Havelock Island of India, her face was as calm as the cool sea-breeze and her eyes were shiny like the scorching sun, her skin was like the tanned sand of Havelock and her hair swayed swiftly like the lofty palm trees which she used to tie up with the joined petiole of the leaves, She was very young about sixteen years old. Maitie and her clan used to inhabit the south-west region of the archipelagoes which was away from tourists as they thought that they were very threatening to their livelihood. Onwww.onedoor.cce day Maitie was making trinkets with her grand...
Fallen Family
I ducked under the police tape and opened the creaky door. Officers nodded at me as I went by. I nodded back and headed upstairs. I removed my coat and handed it off to one of the officers there.She took it without complaint. She didn't meet my eyes, which was just as good. I opened the door of my sister's room and headed inside. There was a wrap over her body. The window off to the side was broken.They hadn't moved her until I had gotten there. I removed the top half of the covering. My sister's face seemed serene in death. It didn't look like she had been brutally murdered at all until I rem...
Dear Andrew
Dear Andrew, My name is Abby, but you know that already. What you don’t know is just how hard and fast i’m falling for you. And deep deep down, I know that it may explode in my face like a barrel of dynamite, but hey can we enjoy the spark before the ignition? Here’s the thing, I am not supposed to be this into you. What past experiences have taught me is that falling leads to heart break and heart break leads to cruelness, which leads to more broken hearts. And I’m not a stranger to heartbreaks or cruelness. I’ve fallen for many before you. I’ve fallen for guys who just didn’t have my best in...
A SORT OF RESOLUTION
A SORT OF RESOLUTIONHAPPY NEW YEAR! he shouted, a glass of scotch clinking with ice in his large hand, this man whom I had lived with for over 30 years, bore a son and daughter with, curled under a large comforter, turned an angry back to when he would come home, intoxicated, belligerent, or just dopey, stumbling up the stairs, relinquishing his body to the alcohol that had claimed it. He placed a slobbery kiss on my lips that tightened when the taste of alcohol was on his. His pale blue eyes darkened, glared at me; anger had overtaken the playfulness drink had coerced him into. He shoved m...