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The News-Raider Fam
“The news-raiders’ convention. Who would ever think of something so inspired, right? Well, me!My love for news-bombing started at a very young age, which seems fair since it would be a crime to deprive the world of seeing such a handsome face on TV. And the story of how this convention came to be is one even small kids are familiar with. That single tweet, 13 words, 200k+ retweets and shares – “Does anyone else get a rush from appearing during the live news reporting?!” Honestly, it’s not surprising how much reach the tweet had; I am known to have many followers. But even then, I did not expec...
Frozen hands and warm hearts
The coldest weather can create the warmest of hearts-Aanya stared out at the white world through her window. The way the snow caressed everything it touched, the cool wind that howled as it passed by, the delicate snowflakes falling daintily down-she tried to remember it all.Aanya remembered a lot, for a seven year old.She remembered the woman she called mother-though that seemed to be aeons ago.She did not remember her father- all her mind supplied was a kind smile, eyes that were growing dim, and someone sickly lying on a poor makeshift bed of grass and rags.Ayah always said she had her fath...
Pyramid Schematics
“So tell me more about this pyramid scheme, Ted.” Joe didn’t get it. “Again, it’s not a scheme nor a scam. It’s a convention of the latest pyramid technology.” Joe and Ted walked through the jammed parking lot. The convention center loomed in the distance. “So, why are we here again?” “I thought I might run into someone.” “You remember where we parked, right?“ “Of course. Just be patient. It’ll be amazing.” “Well don’t expect me to buy one. I hate heights…” They approached the entrance and joined the line of ticket holders dressed in pyramid chic. “Ted, everyone is so shiny. I forgot my alum...
Tat
“Please tell me those are sex toys.” Lys jerked her chin at the collection mysterious objects scattered across the frosted glass cafe table in between Renée’s mimosa and the one mercifully awaiting her.“It’s brunch, Lys.” Renée flickered her fingers in a cheerful wave at the two women at the next table over who whipped around to glare quickly enough that they nearly sent their twin red hats sailing into the mild April breeze. “Would I bring sex toys to brunch?” “Let’s see.” Lys thunked her immense shoulder bag on to the sidewalk beside the clear lucite patio chair that turned out to be ten tim...