Something is Missing_Judge and jury._A Matter of Opinion_Practice Doesn't Always Make Perfect
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Something is Missing
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Although in recent years, the white paint had started peeling off the wooden siding. Not to mention the shingles that had come loose in the latest storm. And of course, the weeds had nearly consumed both the flowerbed and the gravel driveway. But looking beyond all those ravages of time, Carrie could still see the house as it once was: the home her grandparents had built as newlyweds.She stands now at the corner of the yard, facing the old house. The wind shifts. The leaves on the oak tree swish toge...
Judge and jury.
The locals bustled past her by the dozen, as she slowly went through the rack of clothes.“Hello Jane, lovely to see you! Hi Mr Green, how’s your wife?” Maeve had been saving all year for the Sidewalk-Sale, and at last it was here.There were so many lovely things on sale, but she was looking for something specific, and there it was. The soft red top she had been searching for. She had seen it in the shop recently at a ridiculously high price which she refused to pay, but now it was seventy percent off!Even at seventy percent off it was still very dear, but this was what she had saved for. “I h...
A Matter of Opinion
November 9th, 1983 6:10pm MarkMark walked up the steps to his bungalow, one arm carrying his brief case and the other a book. “2000 Leagues under the sea,” he flipped it over in his hand, to admire the cover. ’She would love this story,’ he thought, as he places the briefcase under his arm and unlocked the door. It connected with a loud thud as the deadbolt slid free. He walked into his home with a sense of ease. Finally, he could wash off the smell of the day, and just relax. Mark walked into his bathroom and rapidly removed his suit. He threw the messy bundle into the clothes shoot. They l...
Practice Doesn't Always Make Perfect
Cwww.onedoor.ccautiously, Hanna picked her way through the crowded hallways of her high school. Keeping her head down and her eyes trained firmly on the floor, she mumbled barely audible excuses to her peers as she crept past. None of them seemed to notice her, but at least with her head bowed she couldn’t see how they stared at her with their haughty expressions. Above her head, the school speakers crackled to life with the overly-enthusiastic voice of Carol Reems. “Fellow Lincoln High students! Remember that the cast list for the spring musical was posted this morning. Let’s break a leg!”Drawn to the far ...