Eggs For Breakfast_Utopian Lies_Wheatish Complexion, Average Height_About A Girl
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Eggs For Breakfast
“Mmmhhuhhh,” I moaned. My face was deep in a sea of pillows. I was sprawled out on my unmade bed, light leaking through the closed curtains making gold and pinwww.onedoor.cck sunrise patterns on my wall. My arms were far in front of me, my feet were dangling over the edge. I had my phone in my palm. I could smell eggs and toast through my tightly closed door. I love eggs for lunch, but I hate them for breakfast. It's just the way things work, my mom should get that by now. Being a professional cook and all, for her sake, I hope she learns it soon. “Come and get your breakfast, Sammy!” I heard my mom holler...
Utopian Lies
The party can be heard outside the extravagant and intricately designed restroom door. The low tones hum and give support to the piano piece intertwing in the sound. Margo tugs her dress to expose her shoulders. The scarlet material extenuates her pale skin and contrasts her glassy teal eyes. Tricking men was a talent that came easier to the striking women in recent years. In a short time, she had gone from administrative work to being in the field. She went from working as an academic assistant to carrying classified secrets to the Czar. There was a point in which she would pick up books and ...
Wheatish Complexion, Average Height
I hop over the 20 dot kolam and open the gate. I know I will be sent to Mayura Bakery and Sweets within minutes.I look back at the four swans with cherries in their beaks, encircling a sharp leafed twig. They float on the street outside the gate only when special guests visit us. The guests who could potentially become family.I remove my school shoes and carry them inside. The shoe rack has been shifted from the front door to the back door in honour of visitors.I walk into the living room. A new diwan cover set with red elephants parading on them greets me. The diwan is strategically placed to...
About A Girl
«Look, I understand... yes... yes... but I don't have any money right now... Yes, I understand... Look, let's discuss it in person, it's not convenient over the phone...» Henry didn't have time to finish the sentence, the phone slipped out of his wet hands and fell right down the drain.«Wonderful... beautiful rain. How I love this rain!»***"Mom, I'm home," Henry said."Hey, how was your day?""It was a good day, but I drowned my phone.""What did you say? What are you going to do now? How are you going to live without it?""I don't know, but I think I'll be fine.""Are you going somewhere w...