...it was always just the two of us_"'Why do you want to learn.....''_Meeting Mothe
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...it was always just the two of us
Write a romance where your character falls in love with the last person they expected to.Theirs was a most unusual romance and two people that no one would have put together in the first place. Lydia was a ‘good girl’; well brought up, educated, never in trouble, went to church every Sunday with her kids and always tried to do the right thing. Eugene was a ‘bad boy’; was in trouble even in school, started using drugs and alcohol young, had many children by many different mothers at a tender age, and although he tried to be good always ended up making the wrong decisions. Until he met her. Ly...
"'Why do you want to learn.....''
''Try to show me the middle C" I say to Micah my student for the day. The teachers at Music School are out today so we the older students, by 4 weeks, are to help teach the new comers. My student for the day Micah, who I found out is 12, is older than I am by 2 years. He seems to be more interested in my face than what I'm teaching him on the keyboard. Micah stares at the keyboard and then at me and then back at the keyboard and goes ''Where was that again?'' he asks, " You know what, let's take a break, I think we're both tired''. ''Emmanuella! Emmanuella!!'' my mom calls jolting me out of on...
Meeting Mother Nature
The first thing I noticed when my eyes finally adjusted was that the creator of crayons had clearly never seen the sky when they created “sky blue”. The second was that they’d never seen grass either. Then again, in the years since our great-great-great grandparents had crayons to draw the pictures hanging on our school room walls, the colors had probably faded.“Wow.” Kyler blinked a few times, his eyes still adjusting as he came out of the tunnel back down to the bunker. “Everything is so…”A pause. “Yeah. I know.”He nodded, and looked around a little longer, blinking, soaking the new colors t...
1941
It will be December 7th when you hear the news. You’ll have been at the beach with your friends all day; it will be a Sunday, and on weekends, your mother allows you to do close to whatever you want. It will be almost dinnertime, and, realizing this, ywww.onedoor.ccou’ll scramble out of the water and pull on your clothes without drying yourself, shouting a hurried goodbye to the handful of boys floating in the water, only their heads visible, mostly shining blonde crowns of hair with one ginger and one brunette. You’ll make your way along the narrow San Francisco streets by the light from a few dim streetla...