Coeden y Bywyd_The Great Chase_Train to Paradise_Broken Silence
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Coeden y Bywyd
(trigger warning: some violence)Lauren looked down, horrified, at the blood pouring from Joshua’s stomach. She couldn’t look at his mouth, but the distorted mumbling of her name told her all she needed to know. Whoever that stranger had been, they’d punctured her brother’s lung.“Lauren,” Joshua garbled. Lauren raised a hand to cover his stomach, staring as his blood continued to spill. “Lo.”“Shh,” she said at last, unsure what else to do. “It’s going to be okay, Josh. I promise. I’ll call an ambulance. Yeah, everything's okay.”She winced at her words, knowing there was no use in being calm. Jo...
The Great Chase
Big Companies like mine are always so cocky when it comes to being able to outshine others, and when we do something bad, the rest of the world just shakes it off as if it was a minor inconvenience. Not saying that that is a good thing but it's more of a luxury than anything. It’s always funny how people who follow or enjoy buying things from our company can just dismiss the things we do. Our boss has done many things that have made a fair amount of people take a second glance at our company, www.onedoor.ccbut for the most part, we’ve been doing fine. Times like April Fools are where my boss becomes the mos...
Train to Paradise
Nine-year-old Karen was an only child. She always felt lonely so when the opportunity came for a field trip with her friends, she signed up immediately. At the start of the journey, their class teacher told them they were taking the train to paradise.“Forget all the fumes, the smog, the heat and everything else technology promised. Leave those behind. We are going back to nature where everything is fresh, green and cool,” their teacher, Mr Kong said.Everyone settled down as the familiar electric whine of magnets started. The train elevated and, after a brief countdown, shot forward. The passen...
Broken Silence
“Get out of my chair and put down my paper,” Robert Mulligan whisper-screams to the man wearing a blue button-down shirt, who’d just plopped down into a leather recliner, the Wall Street Journal blocking his entire appearance.“Beat it, buddy. I’ll only be a minute,” the man replies.“Shush, shush, shush,” says the bespectacled librarian, hair balled tightly with bobby pins, left hand propped firmly on her hip, right index finger jutting perpendicular over her lips. Standing in the expansive wood-framed entryway to the library’s Reading Room, she directs her right index finger from her lips into...