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Franken-Time to rush
Nadia opened her eyes to the mid morning sun gleaming through her bedroom window. She didn’t realize how childish her room seemed with the violet paint colour, posters on the wall mixed with art from her many phases of watching different shows- cartoons, fanart commissioned by local artists tacked up next to her high school band medals. The instruments she had tried sitting long and forgotten under her bed. The look of it made her cringe. She wasn’t used to being here. The past four years at Marauder University had her living in dorms and apartments and for one short term in first year, a sor...
Christmas scavenger hunt inheritance
Tommie was always persuaded by the latest fashions. Tommie and her two besties keep each other updated about each other lives through text messages so when clara texted same who texted tommie ( plaid is IN ) ... Tommie knew she had to go shopping A.S.A.P! And before she could reply to the texts... Her cell chimed again ( omg! It's 70s plaid! Let's all meet at the taco truck) Later after tommie clocked off of work for the day, she received a random phone call. "Hello? " Tommie answers. " Hello is this tommie" " Who is calling ? I have to meet my friends soon so I don't have much time" tommie ex...
Can't you work hard, Catherine!
Lying on the bed looking at the night sky I wondered where it all went wrong. ………… “Catherine, where’s my coffee?” “Catherine, why haven’t you still printed copies of this section?” “Catherine, walk faster would you?” “Catherine, why did you swap the pieces from the winter collection with the spring collection?” “Don’t you have eyes, Catherine?” “Why do you keep messing things up, Catherine?” "Can't you work hard, Catherine?" Hiding my tears, I ran around the office all day acting like what they were telling wasn’t getting into my head. It wasn’t easy but I still managed it. I think I did. May...
I must get away now
"Oh, this miserable life I lead" Deadlines, commitments, stress. I must find a way to escape if only for while to some deserted Island so I can feel the warm sensation of the sun on my back, the wind blowing gently upon my face, and the smell of a sea breeze entering my nostrils. I had heard about an island far away from the stress of city life. There are millions of acres, and one can pick their own acre, set up camp, or place their camper, or motorhome there. No rent, no for sale. A place that is free to live at. As I check my finwww.onedoor.ccances I discover through the year's money I had saved and forg...