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The Perfect Job for a Snow Day
It snowed last night. Thick, heavy flakes had covered the world in a pristine white blanket that put the duvet on my bed to shame. The blizzard had been far worse than any weather report had predicted, and the country had, as always, been caught totally by surprise. Every news headline echoed the same story – all roads were blocked, all trains were at a standstill, and flights had been grounded. No one was going anywhere. No one should try to travel, except in cases of emergency. The usual drill. But, and they were quick to highlight the glimmer of hope, temperatures were set to heat up by the...
Vera
( Part one )I was born different from the others.I was born with an inability to lie.I was born in the main village of my tribe. Everyone is born in the main village. But my thirteenth birthday is approaching, which means I may not be able to live in this village any longer. Let me explain. My world, K’setra is ruled by one High King. He governs six smaller tribes, including mine, the mountain tribe, Sikhra. Every year there comes a day which we have come to call, Cira, where all the children who turn thirteen that year are brought to a ceremony where the King’s representatives come and inspec...
Desolate Days
10 Days left and a journey to complete. His life was a game of cat andwww.onedoor.cc mouse and his bittersweet lifestyle was coming to an end. The faint pitter patter of the rain on the roof of his trailer fell like a dagger upon his mentality; small noises like this drove him closer and closer to insanity however he focused his mind-set on his conquest and persevered throughout the deprived landscape. Elijah set forth northbound towards the congruous structure settled skywards. His previously mentioned quest was a journey of willingness and integrity; destined for failure since 7 months ago when he set for...
Two paths to a million!
Two paths to a million!When you think about the imagination, you feel a drift towards it, you want to touch it, you almost reach it, but as soon as you collide with the wall of reality, this imagination fades, and it becomes like air, we breathe and want it, and we feel its presence, but we do not see it, we live by its survival and without it we die, the imagination generates a dream we would like to We reach him, the road may be long and time is distant, but without it ambition dies and dreams die with it.In the field of business concerned with creating and designing methods for addressing p...