Giving Back_Exodus Under A Red Sun_AppleHound Farms_Friends Forever
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Giving Back
It had been ten minutes, perhaps longer. The man shifted impatiently and glanced at his watch. Yes, ten minutes. And still no sign of his drink. Well, what could you expect? The cafe was clearly swamped. He should have come earlier, not now. He had forgotten, this time was always busy.He craned his neck over the waves of people, flowing and humming and shifting in a dizzying pattern, trying to see the counter. No small pumpkin spice latte with coconut milk and natural sweetener. Yes, there were other drinks there; he could see them, their clean white faces gleaming in the light, faint wisps o...
Exodus Under A Red Sun
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Everything you could see was bathed in the red light of a dying Sun. It clawed its way through my skin and began to burn, just from a moment of standing outside. I shielded myself with my carry-on suitcase from God's own anger, but it only did so much good. The heat was blistering. The scientists had been screaming to anyone who would listen that mining the Sun for its plasma would be destructive. But the corporations made so much money selling it to the outer planets that they spent millions on campaigns to make people doubt the science ...
AppleHound Farms
It was a busy day at the Fox Studios; and yet the employees looked forward to it. The interviewers, cameraman, technicians, all were in anticipation of the interview of the owners of AppleHound farm & products - most popular in Northern America. Their ciders, pie, juices, jams sold in millions. There was just something about their product as opposed to the others. The interview was scheduled to go live in an hour and the founders - Arden Wilson & Mabel Wilson reported to the office. They were elegant siblings in their middle age, humble and amiable. They had brought bouquets and apple goodies ...
Friends Forever
FRIENDS FOREVER ‘So, Rhoda, what do you think I should do about it?’Karen was sitting opposite her friend at the patio table, and was waiting anxiously for her reply.Rhoda, as usual, was comforting.‘Well, I shouldn’t get too upset. Girls have these friendships much more than boys. She’s an only child as well, which makes her more susceptible.’Abby, Karen’s four-year-old daughter had claimed to have a “friend”, who she met in her playhouse. Karen’s husband, Rob, had examined it inside and out. He had put it together, for heaven’s sake; of course there couldn’t be anything wrong with it. But ...