Vultures_The Ides of March_A Financial Misadventure_A 'Window' of Opportunity
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Vultures
I had never been one for big crowds or grand adventures. I preferred to spend my daywww.onedoor.ccs having a different sort of fun. One that allowed me to explore the world without the fatigue or anxiety that gripped me every time I left my apartment. One that involved me, just me, in my bedroom, alone. Well, not completely alone, I suppose. I had them with me. The princess, the witch, the Arabian knight. The rustle of the pages, the smell of an old, worn library. The characters spoke to me, or rather, I spoke to myself in the way that I imagined they would speak. Reenacting scenes, encounters. The various ...
The Ides of March
She checked the time for the umpteenth time. “The nights are too long,” she sighed. At last, she rose from her bed in her tiny room at 3:00 am. Quietly she sat at the cosy nook, her favourite area of escape. She glanced through the window, and the serene atmosphere filled her senses. The stars blinked, and the majestic moon shone. The moonlight streaked through the boughs, and the leaves glistened and swayed by the gentle winds. A blank canvas stood on the easel. She dipped the paintbrush into the colours and smeared the blank sheet with the shades of the night as she visualized past her win...
A Financial Misadventure
First, I want to establish that nothing that happened was my fault. I don’t know whose fault it was, but it wasn’t mine. I was a victim of a bizarre occurrence that I am sure has only happened once in the history of the human race. I still can’t believe it happened to me.It all started on a pleasant afternoon last May. I needed cash, so I jogged to the First Commerce Bank of New York on West 200th Street. I waited in line at the ATM behind a man who took forever to figure out how much money he wanted and from which account. When he finally finished and left, I inserted my card into the machine...
A 'Window' of Opportunity
The mere fact that she was awake right now could be easily considered abnormal. Everyone who knew her would not hesitate to tell you that she favoured going to sleep early and waking up with the sun, texting her friends at 5 am that was normal. She knew that she was the most creative and productive in the mornings but today something about the thin sliver of moonlight making its way through the cracks of her blinds and the clock chiming to announce 3 AM made her wake up. The witching hour so the people said. A sane person would simply roll over and go back to sleep but she didn’t belong to th...