The Art of Reminiscing_The Extraordinary Adventure of Jacob McMullen_This Is Not A Dream_The Treasur
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The Art of Reminiscing
THE ART OF REMINISCINGThe screen went blank. Enough. Next time he wouldn’t even bother to switch on the television, the news was toowww.onedoor.cc depressing. Yet another window of opportunity lost. Why couldn’t they deliver it as they did during the war? He remembered the London docks being on fire for a week before they even announced that they had been hit. He knew because of the red glow in the night sky but the rest of the nation was still left in hope.Nowadays the announcers seemed to dwell on the number of deaths from this pandemic and the number of new cases. He was shielded, too old, no hope for hi...
The Extraordinary Adventure of Jacob McMullen
Jacob McMullen was a curious child.He had read every book in the family bookshelf including the A-Z and the Dictionary. He knew the proper names of all the creatures that lived in the garden, from the insects to the flowers, and even the clouds.Jacob had hundreds of ideas stored in his brain, for rainy days and sunny days and all the days in between. The trouble was, he was not allowed to do any of them. When he had asked his mother if they could go to the shops, she had said, “No, there are too many germs.”When he asked to go to the fireworks, she had said, “No, there would be too much noise....
This Is Not A Dream
Loud banging on my door jerks me awake, almost making me fall from my bed in the process. The glare of the moonlight from my bedside window strikes my eyes as I rub them vigorously as if that would somehow shake away the hold of sleep. I try to ignore it, but after five minutes of nonstop banging, I force myself up. I search for my fluffy bunny slippers on the floor while the banging continues. At this point, it’s really starting to irritate me. But for once, I’m glad that the power is still out. Otherwise, they’d learn how to use a thing called a doorbell.I don’t get many visitors often. Daw...
The Treasure of Adarlan
Storm clouds danced in Dimitri's steely grey eyes as he studied the tall, silver tower that stood before him; he could feel the power that it radiated. It shone gracefully under the setting sun's rays, with breathtaking beauty. Its ruggedness and austere simplicity drew him in. His ears perked at the sound of ice crunching, " Your excellency, we must enter before nightfall. Wild wolves roam these parts. " Malakai said, bringing Dimitri's stormy eyes on him. Malakai cowered under his gaze. Dimitri sighed, " Kai, we are like brothers. How many times do I have to tell you not to call me by these...