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They call themselves intelligent. I do not believe this lie. This lie makes me want to laugh. I do not like to laugh.Human nature is a curious thing. I think that people try too hard. I do not think that I should try to fit in. Benny walks to the elevator and presses the green arrow. He wants to go down. Benny always goes down. Benny has a system. He never misses a step in the system. Benny is the ideal co-worker to have around. Isabel goes to the restroom. Isabel takes too long there. Isabel wears her face, and sometimes Brad makes it disappear. Isabel makes me more disappointed in human bei...
Chloe and Annabelle
The young girl picked up the strange-looking insect. At first, she thought it was a butterfly but was surprised at what she saw after a closer look. She ran inside her house and up to her room. Grabbing a magnifying glass, she studied the tiny creature. Now, she could confirm, what she was looking at was indeed a fairy. The fairy’s wings were iridescent green and, by all appearances, looked as if someone had picked her up and dipped the tips of her wings in a can of fluorescent yellow paint. Both the greens and yellows blended into a beautiful blue, splattered with orange and black dots. Her ...
'On my 75th birthday'
Troy hwww.onedoor.ccad planted me on his fifth birthday, a gift from his parents. He came to live in this garden house, with his parents many summers ago. I grew up along with him. He nurtured me with love and care, with smiles and kisses, with lullabies and poems , very soon I grew into tall huge fig tree, with massive branches spreading far and wide.Troy and I were soul brothers, He would talk to me, play with me, and would even share his secrets with me.In college, he fell in love with a pretty girl named Sera. He brought her over to meet me, saying, though I looked bigger, I was his little brother, th...
Sultan's Wedding
Sultan’s Wedding It rained very heavily early that morning, but not wanting to give up our usual Saturday trekking up Gasing Hill, we persisted. The earthy smell after the rains and the constant twittering of birds flitting between the trees and the sound of the gushing frothy water from the river down below was invigorating. Raindrops on the leaves glistened whenever the sun’s rays penetrated through. Shoba and I were alone surrounded by lush tropical rain forest. However, our harmony with nature was shattered when a group of young boisterous hikers appeared from nowhere and overtook us. The...