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TO CHEAT OR NOT TO CHEAT
My opponents were doing better than we expected. Their eyes were staring straight at the pronouncer. They didn't even look away for a split second.They stood high above us.They had long legs and I had to look up to see their faces. Their faces were long and they had a stern look. Before the beginning of the competition they passed my teammates in the hallway. “There is a strong gust of wind,” they said as they passed us, their facial expression numb.We began the competition with five teams all competing for the prize which was amazing. It glimmered like the stars in the sky and was in the sh...
Mr. Farkas
I saw what everyone else refused to see. Grown ups were stupid. Just because I am 10 doesn't mean I am an idiot. And I was going to prove it.It all started a week ago. A “perfectly normal dude”, as mom so eloquently put it, moved in directly across the street. But how did she not see what I saw?! There we both stood on his front porch waiting for him to answer the door. Mom made me wear that itchy button up shirt I hate and comb my hair. And I had to hold the big plate of cookies she had baked him, which she wouldn’t let me have any of by the way. He finally came to the door and I knew right ...
PASSIONS PICK PERMANENCE
Nasser was a young trader of apples in the Valley of Kashmir. He had made an advance purchase of a large apple garden in the premises of the capital city of Srinagar. To buy the apple crop two or three months earlier was a general customary trend there. The traders used to procure the fruit garden much before the ripening season. Though apples were collected from the trees by the last days of September yet the gross transactions by the traders were usually made in July. All the fruit dealers followed the traditionalwww.onedoor.cc purchasing pattern of the region and Nasser was not an exception of it. The...
The Life Of Poppy
They call me “Poppy”… though I can’t for the life of me figure out why. There’s nothing remotely flowery about me. I can’t even see the colour red. I am somewhat addictive, maybe that’s it? People can’t seem to get enough of me. I couldn’t tell you how old I am either, not that it matters, I can still move around exactly like I used to. I’m supposed to have many lives anyway so really, I could be any age and no-one would know. Enough about me for now, I have a problem.I’ll never understand my family. They ask me all the time what I want when I couldn’t be making it any clearer for them. I swea...