A Christmas love story_Light up_Hatred Town_Autumn Daydreams
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A Christmas love story
My name is Eileen. When I was young, (about 13 years of age) I asked my mother how would I know when I was truly in love?"You will know when your heart starts racing, when you want to spend every waking moment and when all you see is stars.It turns out she was right. I fell in love when I wasn't even looking for it. I want to share my love story with you. ☆☆☆☆☆t's not unusual to be competitive in small towns such as Basin, Arkansas, especially at Christmas time. Every year our town had store competitions. There were competitions for the most authentic gingerbread houses, the best storefro...
Light up
Thadumn!Prakash swayed and steadied himself as the elevator suddenly came to a stop and he was plunged in darkness.“What the hell? Of all the days, this had to happen today, isn’t it?”, he muttered to no one iwww.onedoor.ccn particular.He waited for a few seconds. It must be a power outage. But surely they must have backup power in such a fancy office building? It won’t be long before he started moving again. He just wished they got the damn power back up on soon.What a frustrating morning it had been. Just like a set of toppling dominoes, one disaster led to a series of disasters and he was now running la...
Hatred Town
Tyler was wondering how his company could transfer him, the greatest person and salesman that they had employed at the company to this small dinky town. As he carried in his luggage to the hotel, he noticed everyone had stopped what they were doing to look in his direction. He could understand why the ladies were looking in his direction, but it was everyone including the men which had the same look in their eyes. Like they hated his presence in this small one stop town, he knew that he hadn’t done anything wrong yet. So why were the people looking at him with such hated, some instance suspici...
Autumn Daydreams
It all started with this dream...fragmented and bare...whenever I tried to think directly of it, it would escape my mind, like a slippery eel. Only when I least expected it was I indulged in details, but even then they were glimpses, smudges of what I dreamt. So far, I understood that the moon was unnaturally large, a pungent green color, and the dream consisted of this beautiful girl, who’s face I can’t remember...normally I don’t give a second thought to my dreams...yet whenever I wake up I do so with a gnawing, uneasy feeling, as if whatever in this dream was something I shouldn’t have dr...