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I'd Like to Go
“Are you coming tonight?” became a phrase John was used to hearing on Saturday nights from the beautiful woman that lived across the hall. He had turned down her invitation several times before and got to the point of avoiding her when he knew she was coming. John had never been good at talking to girls and Mira was no exception. If anything she made him more nervous than any other girl had before. Not just because of her beauty and her adventurous spirit but she symbolized hope for him. Hope that he could move on from his tragedy and he wasn’t ready for that. Elsa was her...
Forest
ForestHi, my name is Thelma. Most of my life times, I used to travel around the country. I became the travel blogger based on my beautiful childhood memories. The places I liked the most are forests and mountain. When I was young, my father always do hunting and camping at the forest. He often go to the forests with his jeep car. Because of his childhood memory he never leave his family behind. So, he took his whole family with him on every trips. I remembered all these memories clearly and those are thewww.onedoor.cc reason why I loved to climb the mountain and g...
The Treasured Summer
Thirteen-year old Laila woke up early, beaming with excitement! Now that summer holidays had started, she was finally going on a road trip with her parents which was however no less than a long- five-hour-agonizing-journey. “But it was going to be worth it!” She thought to herself. After quickly changing, she took her bags downstairs. Climbing down the steps, she noticed Mom was already busy packing food for the long drive. She hugged Mom from behind with a big smile on her face. “I love you Mom! You are always busy making meals for us!” admitted Laila. Mom smiled back which Laila could feel ...
Waters of Tisiyyon
Waters of Tisiyyon By Scott GeorgePeter trudged through the thick, emerald waters of Lakhish River with a cautious and squeamish expression. Lakhish River was notorious for its putridity. The smell of its Balucium pollutant lingered throughout Tisiyyon, the odor of which was akin to that of spoiled milk. The smell was especially strong in Jackson, Tisiyyon’s capital, for there the river winded and coiled around the city’s sky-high buildings like yarn on a knitting board. Everyone had gotten used to it by now. Little did the citizens of Tisiyyon complain. Being a native of Tisiyyon, Peter shou...