The Mystery Behind My History_Dislocation_Secrets in the Snow_A photograph is a Secret
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The Mystery Behind My History
It was one early morning in 1995, John Milton decided to know about his real identity. It was raining heavily that morning, but John Milton looked around and said."Even if it is raining so heavily this morning, the botherings in my heart are heavier and greater than the rain fall in the rain forest, and the dews that falls in the city."Then John Milton looked around and wondered what his real identity may look like, and decided to go and search for his real identity. So he entered into the rain, while he walked for about a minute, his whole body became wet, his hands were cold as though they w...
Dislocation
“I’ve always wanted to go to Mardi Gras. You know, in New Orleans.”Jim looked hopeful, but I kept quiet. I was going to Mardi Gras, for the sixth time in the last twenty years, but I belonged. Plus, I’d earned it because of my bargain with Pat. After all, I’d lived in New Orleans for over ten years, first college, and then working at a bank downtown. Come winter up here, shut up in that small house with Pat, I really earn a trip to any place that makes me happy. After all, I have to live up here now.“Here” is Bangor, Maine, where I now work in another bank. A small, insignificant bank located...
Secrets in the Snow
“Are you sure it’s a great idea? Me accompanying you to the top of the mountain?” Smriti asked Neha, forcing her blue boots through the calf-length layer of snow.“Of course!” Neha walked ahead of her. ”You know how much I love mountains. Plus, it’s an excellent opportunity for you to face your fear."Smriti glared at her red overalls and her black bottom. Though Neha was her best friend, she hated her sometimes. Another lecture on facing the fear-nonsense. “Right now? On your honeymoon?”She giggled. “So what? Wherever you go, I go. Remember our 5th rule of friendship?”Smriti rested her hands on...
A photograph is a Secret
She came back from work after a very tiring day, a package in front of her door attracted her eyes, it was a small package with no color or address, the only thing that made her realize it was hers was her name written in dark red ink with a familiar handwritten as if it's hers, a sweet smell coming from that creepy package, she turned her head left and right, pick it up and head inside. She took the package inside, put the camera on the counter, she's a successful photographer with artistic skills who get daily gifts from her fans since she's been famous due to her creativity, technical photo...