Time Lapse_Rain Storm_Through Masked Faces_A Warm and Quiet Place
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Time Lapse
I still wasn’t sure what to write anwww.onedoor.ccd as I sat in the decorated kitchen all full up from Christmas and now it was to be a new year, I just had to get something down on the paper before it was due in. I only had two more hours before it hit midnight and the paper was due, but I knew I could do it and I knew I needed at least three words to get successfully counted as a grade. The last paper hadn’t been so great, in fact it had failed entirely but at least I had written something, and I was going to make sure I at least got a grade on this paper too because if not I knew I was a failure in life...
Rain Storm
As Kristen unlocked the front door she was welcomed by a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, toys everywhere, and a note.Sorry the house is a mess. I was in a rush this morning. Plus you just do such a good job at cleaning up and seem to enjoy it. Have a good day.Kristen crumpled the note into a tiny ball and threw it on the floor as she screamed in frustration. She flopped onto the couch and cried. All she wanted was sleep after working all night.Fighting to keep her eyelids open, Kristen began to pick up the toys strewn all across the living room. Finally, after the mess had been taken care of...
Through Masked Faces
I park my car and sit for a few minutes alone to gather myself. I hold my head upon the steering wheel; this was not the moment I had in mind when I thought about reaching out to the family. I contemplate how life has a way of taking unexpected twists and turns when one least expects them or even wants them. I say a short prayer before heading to the church.I soon enter through two large old brown wooden doors that greet me at the entrance. Rows of flowers line both sides of the vestibule, along with candles and weeping people standing six feet apart. The morning light of the day shines acros...
A Warm and Quiet Place
It was afternoon at Hemingway’s and the terrace outside was empty except for a young woman who lingered alone in the shadow the umbrella of the table made in the sunlight. In the evening the air was cold and moist, but in the afternoon it was warm and dry and the young woman liked to sit because she was cold-natured and in the afternoon it was quiet and warm and she felt her soul’s fire. The waiters inside Hemingway’s knew that she was not drunk and she was a good customer, so they watched her and waited for her to come back inside for a drink.“Yesterday she left her job,” one of the waiters ...