Times Re~written_Partners?_Location - With Bundles of Memories_Buzz Kill
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Times Re~written
You know, there are days, where you wonder? Is there a reason my hair has to be so big and my make up so white? Why can't I wear pants instead of this huge dress with multiple layers? I wonder about it all the time. I get told all the time, "It is just how it is done." Yes, I know I am a woman and in this time I can't change what has been as long as it has been. So, instead I write everything down. History may change but, for me I can change it in my own way. I will tell how I would change things in my everyday life. How, you may think?, I will live like I am suppose to and change little thing...
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Her legs ached as she pushed them to go faster, they were gaining on her. She was too afraid to turn to look in case they were closer than she thought or worse farther away. She had a feeling if she slowed down she would stop. She couldn’t do that until she found a safe place to rest. The buildings seemed to close in around her as she ran through the maze of streets. She felt fingers on her back, the fear pushed her to run faster. A hand shot out grabbing her arm and dragging her down an alleyway. The person looked normal so she followed them through a door into an abandoned factory. She bent ...
Location - With Bundles of Memories
“Oh time up! It’s time to move , oh god how can I forgot” I told this myself, because it’s already 7 pm, it’s time to go home, I remembered that my wife is waiting for me, I promised her , I will take her to dinner tonight, so I switched off my laptop and said bye for my friends, came out from office .When I start my car my phone started to ring, “oh its Jenny, I know she may be angry now” I told myself and picked up the call and immediately I started to talk “Hi honey, I’m coming… I’m on the way “I did not allowed her to talk, by listing my voice she forgot her anger and said “okay dear, I’m ...
Buzz Kill
There are few places as pungent as a high school gym, especially during a boys’ varsity basketball game. The Jordan High boys were a talented bunch of players. Think more “hard work and tears,” less High School Musical. As team mom, I got to sit on the bench behind the team, organize the team volunteers, and keep my mouth shut. I love my kids and would do anything for them. Being team mom was one of the many little ways that I could demonstrate that small truth. So I sat in the bleachers, listened to the squeaky sneakers and the basketball’s rhythmic drum, and wondered why engiwww.onedoor.ccneers who could ...