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" I thought it's Wednesday, why the bell?, Do they miscalculated or what?; These kids, at times most of them even go to school on Saturdays only to be turned back at the gate by the security people. I thought it is only on Thursdays and Saturdays they go for morning masses?. Some of them, at times their brains will oscillates, www.onedoor.ccsome times it will leave completely. Or, am i the one loosing it?. What is the today's date actually, how would I know the date when I don't remember the day?"These kids, who would blame them, schools are closed since two months, block rosary centers opens only on Sunda...
Why Should I Have to Hold My Tongue?
Despite how kind I had been to others, I seemed to continuously get screwed over. I figured that this was the case for others as well and that I was nothing special, but I could not help but to wonder why things had to be this way. It simply was not fair that people got to treat other people so terribly and seemingly get away with it. They carried no remorse over how they acted, and I most often wrote them off as having no human conscience. I just wished that they would learn some human decency, and it often resulted in me brewing up some terrible things that I truly desired to say to them.I k...
The Case Defence
“What a great coincidence! I had never believed I would ever bump into you.” “I am equally surprised by this chance occurrence. All the more reason to believe in the power of miracles!” “Our faces have completely changed, but I recognized you immediately.” The voice is unmistakably yours!” “There is a reason why people say a person always stays true to his nature.” “So, where have you been all these year? And what have you been up to?” “It is a long story and I would not be able to do justice in this short meeting.” “Tell me briefly.” “Ok, let me make a concise start. I was trying to discov...
Forged in Fire
Ancient hinges groaned stubbornly as she opened the door. A quaint mountain cabin seemed a drastic understatement. Aged red cedar, warped by more than one hundred years of extreme weather, whined against her efforts to push it open it.“Well,” she said, “at least no one can sneak in, Mabel.”She set down the large cooler containing her groceries. Running her fingers along the wall, she flipped a lone switch. Nothing.“Fabulous,” she said flatly, then scanned the room, eyes adjusting slowly in the fading light before moving further inside. Spotting a lamp in the far corner, she carefully padded ac...