Taekwondo_OVERNIGHT MIRACLE_Cherry Blossom feels_The Slaves of Bärkenus
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Taekwondo
I was quiet as I was quite impressed by his moves. He was a fair man making a fair game at a fair near my town. It was indeed a challenging fight. It was my first time watching a live fight while I lived in Jacobabad. . A small undeveloped town. But a master of Taekwondo martial arts lives here. Today was his power show of skills in this fair. I eye on this master while sitting at a wall bar where as he was eating a bar of chocolate just before his big match.I was following him for the last 2 months without his knowledge. And today I hid myself in the left corner of his house when he left. I...
OVERNIGHT MIRACLE
Krishnaswamy was known for his angry moods. At the slightest provocation, he would resort to high decibel howling and shouting. No rhyme or reason. Always bent upon venting out his moods. His wife Shantala was always worried about his nature of getting upset over anything and everything. Such a man could never have friends … only foes and foes. His own children also did not dare to approach him. They always used a via media … through their mother. They placed their indents to their mother who in turn would gauge her husband’s mood and then appeal to him on their behalf. His daughter Sukanya wa...
Cherry Blossom feels
On the 3rd Street, Macon Georgia lies a wondrous sight of cherry blossom trees which sooth it's onlookers who pass by. It is said to be there for quite a long time as locals say this is the most withholding sight in the entire state and have witnessed it's compelling purity for several decades.Leanne GinnetMy head is bursting with various thoughts on my way to school, I'd do anything than attend another day of this miserable torture. A few girls pass by me, almost pushing me down on the slippery rainy street as a result my socks and eyes are almost soaked. Nearly noticing the time of the first...
The Slaves of Bärkenus
TW: suicide, suicidal ideation I pushed Ginny out the window. It was a quick death, her neck snapped the moment she plummeted onto the hard concrete floor of the orphanage, her broken body adorning the soft glow of the moonlight. I was the next one to go, propping my leg on the wooden ledge and pulling my torso into the frame, the frost in the wind kissing my cheeks as I lifted my head to look at the stars, blinking, enjoying the last bit of beauty none of us were allowed to touch. I shuddered when the door flung open, pushing myself off the window, but an icy hand locked onto my wrist then my...