How I spent My Summer Vacation_Nighttime wonders_Luck is fickle. Luck is fated. Luck is not real._A
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How I spent My Summer Vacation
It seems like an eternity ago, but it was more like ten years. I was in sixth grade, and my teacher, Mrs. Feldman strutted around the classroom wearing her two-tone green knit sweater and a brown corduroy skirt that seemed to be stretched to its seams around her enormous bottom.Mrs. Feldman was trying to get the attention of the class, but we were all too pumped with excitement. It was the last day of school before summer vacation, and nobody was interested in schoolwork. Finally, after many long minutes of screaming out her frustrations over the roar of the students, Mrs. Feldman approached ...
Nighttime wonders
Waking up from a fitful sleep, I readjust the pillow that had fallen between the seats. The armrest digs into my side and is surely going to create a bruise. The remnants of a headache grips at my temples as my brain fights off the fog. I’ve never really been able to sleep on aeroplanes, much to my dismay. When you have been travelling for more than 24 hours one would hope that their body would give in. I don’t seem to be one of those lucky ones it seems.It’s eerily quiet in the cabin. It seems so peaceful compared to the daytime hours where everyone is doing their own thing and the air hostes...
Luck is fickle. Luck is fated. Luck is not real.
I am one of the least luckiest people in the world. I am also one of the luckiest people in the world. How can that be? I had my business stolen from me. HUD did not pay for their tenants for seven months and I lost 43 rental units. My health deteriorated from there and my career as a professional auditor/scheduler went down hill. I lost my right ankle to zombie bacteria. Meaning my ankle died for 17 days and no one knew it and I was hurting and they finally cut it out of me. I was fired due to that experience. Went to work as soon as I could. I ain’t rich. And the first three jobs, all of the...
A Beast of The Mirabella
Silver starlight leaked through the old wrought iron window of the Odhran Estate. Sitting at the old piano, wrapped in her thick woollen blankets, Lady Odette Lécuyer watched wide-eyed at the snow flurries that fell against the solarium windows. In the forgotten wing of the estate house, the only sounds to be heard were her uneven prodding of the piano keys and the chips of ice hailing against the window. The solarium was rarely ever used, and to Odette's delight, it held a small grand piano, a few old armchairs perfect for napping, and a firewww.onedoor.ccplace. It was supposed to be summer but in this par...