Counting Crows_The weight of evidence_Punjabi taste of Malaysia_Leaves on a Tree
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Counting Crows
There was a sickening finality to the crunch of gravel beneath the taxi’s tires as it drove away. Don’t leave me here, I mentally begged, but the driver couldn’t possibly know that he was leaving me stranded here.I shook off the lingering sense of foreboding as I marched toward the Gothic manor, dragging my luggage behind me, but maybe I have multiple personality disorder or something because my mind was split. On the surface, I was thinking about mundane things like whether or not the chefs at my new school will scramble the eggs or poach them. However, my subconscious was busy fretting about...
The weight of evidence
The Boss didn't much like the look of either of them. The Old Man had arrived very early in the day, anxious to go cropping apples and deliver a weighty load by sundown. But The Boss had told him that it was a job for pairs and as he was alone he would have to wait for another willing hand. Grumpily, The Old Man had slouched in a corner, his huge white whiskers barely concealing a surly look which he seemed to have improved to perfection as the morning wore on.The shack was worn by time and a thousand feet and gave no comfort to the pickers. The Old Man chewed and stared through the dusty pane...
Punjabi taste of Malaysia
The girl, who lived with her family in Pakistan, was living day and night in a backward area where food and hunger was considered more than education. Mehak was a lower middle class girl. Mehak ,her mother and grandfather was living with her uncle and aunt and their family (her three daughters) in a house of four marlas . No one except her grandfather loved her . She was known as a burden for her aunt and uncle and was not considered good like others. After the death of her father she had no one even her mother couldn’t do anything . But Mehak thought she was hated by her mother because she wa...
Leaves on a Tree
“By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” Burning buildings, children's screams and smoke filled my head. I saw terrible things and all I could do was stare, I wawww.onedoor.ccs frozen. Paralyzed even, then everything went black. I awoke to the sound of cries and realized I was strapped to a table. “What happened?” “Where am I?” As these thoughts rushed through my head I tried remembering what happened and why I was here, but couldn't. I saw someone wander past my room, looking just as confused as I. They wandered in and asked if I knew where we were. I didn't so they left. -----------A coup...