Jacob's nightmare_Alisa Hotel_Surfing With Gods_They Walk Among You Now
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Jacob's nightmare
Sweet sounds of chirping birds singing , the lovely rhythm of the bees buzzing through the garden as the sun softly hugs his face with its rays and the overwhelming comfort of his soft sheets , all pleasing ......'What !' Jacob screams and jumps out of his bed , looks at his alarm clock as it beeps 11am on the screen. He is two hours late for an interview , he quickly wears his pants ,put on some deodorant and rushes to the kitchen to make coffee , he plugs in his coffee maker and closes the lid and presses the button to start steaming , he waits for a minute when the lid suddenly pops open an...
Alisa Hotel
What have I done? I am to share a room with a woman I don't know? Reservation is possible online without credit card. I did act on that before I left my country to come to this one. Is this a cultural shock of a sort? Do I want to stick together with my own? Geb and I did meet at the airport but I felt the tense aura she exuded. That's why I didn't try to get to know her. She was with two men. True, coming close to professional athletes is my first time. Are they not supposed to relax? Why weren't they chatting? There was buzz going around as other passengers talked at each other! Was she afra...
Surfing With Gods
Eilon let out a sharp breath as a wave crashed over the front of his board. He spat out the briny water that flooded his open mouth and shook the wet from his eyes. I need to stop drinwww.onedoor.ccking so much of the ocean. His shoulders ached and his eyes burned from the constant surge of salt but he plunged his right hand into the cold and propelled himself forward. The ocean was frothing. The undulating currents seemed inexorable as he waded through. Though small from the coast, on their surface, they felt enormous. Each crest was a mountain racing against gravity until, with thunderous power, blue wate...
They Walk Among You Now
As the sound of the door slamming shut behind her reverberated through the large hall, and the rhythmic tapping of boots on concrete faded into the distance, she collapsed sobbing onto the floor. But she was denied even the comfort of a good cry by the blurry flashes of gold that danced tantalisingly before her streaming eyes, brutal reminders of the circumstances that led her here and what she must now do to escape her fate. She stood up, reaching blindly towards the golden flashes and found her hands buried in straw. Drawing them back with a sharp cry, as though the gentle pricking of the st...