The Penpal_Curse or Bliss!_I Was Once a Tree_My Confusion
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The Penpal
The PenpalAn actress has been kidnapped by a long-time friend; can she write her way out of trouble?Dear Kyle,In yesterday’s letter, I wrote a little bit about one of the classes I took in my freshman year at Northwestern. You seemed to really like it, because when you slipped my breakfast, sanitary items, and stationary through the flap in my door this morning, you asked me to write more about school in today’s letter. Actually, if I’m being perfectly honest, it was more of a demand, but as www.onedoor.ccI’m in no position to argue with you at the moment, I guess I’ll go ahead and tell you about how we met...
Curse or Bliss!
The Sunday news was on TV, Roni was busy with the usual Sunday morning routine; doing the laundry, making breakfast and watching the news. The only voices she heard was that of the news anchors shouting at top of their voices, reading out news about the pandemic which had recently been in the news. The news of the coronavirus had reached every nook & corner of the city & Covid-19 was the talk of the town. The first thing people doing every morning is getting glued to their television sets & getting panicked with the increase in the number of cases around the world, and Roni was no different. I...
I Was Once a Tree
“I was once a young man not too much unlike yourself, and I thought the world open to me if only I could live long enough. I covered deserts and scaled mountains, trying to find the one thing that would extend my years.” “Did you find it?” The old man grinned. “What do you think? “At last, only a few miles from the village from whence I came, I found an old spiritist who told me that she could make my life last for centuries if only I wished it and would give her all the knowledge I had gained in my travels. I agreed, of course, and after years of sharing my stories with her, she insisted that...
My Confusion
I am a little confused, I must say, with what has been going on around here recently. My daily routine seems to have gone to pot. A typical day in my life always used to start with a very hasty, brisk trot around the block, just to get the old morning ablutions over with, so to speak. We would usually time it so I could pal up with Lola and her man for a brief tail and chinwag as they take the same route as us. When we got home, I would then be left to my own devices for most of the daylight hours, which suited me down to the ground really. According to many of the friends I talk to, I should ...