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They were standing in a line, one space bar gap between them and their shoulders holding the potential to stare straight at Amel's eyes through the laptop. Amel, with the back of her neck screaming pain strained her neck even more deep, close to the screen. She sailed her eyes through the lines, rereading to confirm she did not miss anything or if the lines said something else she never meant. Her nose sucked huge strides of air, flaring them back down so the paper under her chin floated softly through the desk, settling at the edge. Amel felt her nerves tighten, here fingers hard against the ...
Il Reveille!
It was the faint buzzing in his ear that brought on the first flutters of consciousness. He could just about recall a vague dream about being at an airport, rushing to catch a flight he was already late for, and when the buzzing began, he felt his anxiety ease up a bit, as he realised he wasn’t really about to miss an important flight. But once his eyelids fluttered open and he tried to reach out reflexively to shut off the alarm, his true bearings dawned on him, and a new, much stronger wave of anxiety hit him like a tsunami. The pod was compact, like a coffin, and his fear of small spaces ma...
TEARS OF THE NATURE
TEARS OF THENATUREGeorgina LowolePage1 The morning rain ball in the mist could be seen from far, those threads of shining light from the rising sun penetrating through a family of different trees only to heat up the moist nutrient well reached soil. Dew from the dawn dropping in every green leaf, wow what a beautiful morning. Winds Of Man had to be praised for He provided everything needed for animals and every human kind: food, shelter, water and even clothing could be sourced around. The whispering sounds of different creatures could be held from woods, every creature was at peace and calm....
Escape From Pitcarn Island
Escape From Pitcarin Island Suzanne Marsh “Grab that damn kid and let’s get movin!” “I can not go with you! My family is here. I agreed to help you find parts of the island for whatever you were doing. I will not leave my beloved Pitcairn for you are anyone else!” “Shut your mouth boy before I shut it for you.” They shoved him toward the yacht they had arrived on two weeks earlier. It was laden with historical documents stolen from the archives of Pitcarin Island’s municipal building. The archives contained the personal history owww.onedoor.ccf the men of the HMS Bounty. The archives provided proof of the...