La Petite Quatorzième_Time to tell_Good Day_ A SONG FOR GALE
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La Petite Quatorzième
The restaurant was fairly booked up when they got there. A table had been set for them, the cutlery laid out already, gleaming silver alongside perfectly crystal-clear wine and water glasses which gave the entire place a rather snowy, frosty appearance from afar. The atmosphere was muted, with classy and sophisticated diners conducting hushed conversations over small plates of exquisite food. Theirs was a large group by comparison; among the softly-spoken couples, their group of eight seemed like a brash and bumbling band of baboons, even though they kept the same decorum the other guests had...
Time to tell
Dumisani khumalo Time lapsing put him on the spot like a choir boy ,, and time outside our own rhelm of time,froze all his intentions he had to find a juggernaut to fight his battles at his coming of age . The way love is ,is nubbing ,you can not tell the difference between reality and truth unless you know what times you live in and want. He had matured fast and she too fell into his paces at school ,that everyone found it fascinating they were becoming a couple ,and they stood in awesome watch as if to prove a point to them .It was however incongruous. The creeps came out at night to hound t...
Good Day
Gamble Rivend stood with one foot on the guide rail at the lodge of the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. It was a place with some memories for him, though he wasn’t old enough, in his reckoning, to reminisce. Even so, he couldn’t help but remember the long summer solstice he’d spent here fifteen years ago. The sun broke over the ridge line and set his golden hair aglow in the morning light. He was a tall and stocky person, broad-shouldered but still lean. It was a different visage from the first time he’d watched the sun come up on this longest day of the year. At that time, he was only nineteen...
A SONG FOR GALE
"It all began with her," Clodagh said in her usual intriguing way, "she washed up on the rocky shore, www.onedoor.ccjust below Finnegan's Point.."Sara could tell her friend Clodagh was winding up to begin the dramatic story of the person to whom the festival of Galen was named. This was the first time however, she had heard it surrounded by the origin place of the myth itself. Clodagh had listeners there on the train, mostly tourists traveling to the festival with the train filling with more people at every stop."Just a wee lass she was, young and frail yet, she appeared to be the sole survivor from some sh...