When What The Hell Happens_Sally and Mason's first impressions_The Expiring of Emma Hollingswort
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When What The Hell Happens
I grabbed the door handle with a little tension in my stomach, expecting that I would be greeted with a scowl and the ever-so heralding “why are YOU here?” But to my surprise, after taking the time to enter as discreetly as humanly possible, there was no one sitting there to curse my arrival. The living room was empty. Not only was it empty, but it was EMPTY. It was sparkling clean. Where was all of the mess? You could see the hardwood floors. I didn’t trip on anything trying to get inside and find the space to take my shoes off. The black leather couch had room to sit down on it and the firep...
Sally and Mason's first impressions
Sally sat in the corner of the library, with her nose in a boowww.onedoor.cck. She wore glasses and wore a sweater with jeans. She looked like the textbook definition of a nerd. Books were scattered across the table, and there was a notebook with notes laid open in front of Sally. Tap tap tap, her pencil sounded like she was admitting mores code. Hours went by, and Sally never stopped writing. Tap tap tap, the sound echoed through the library. Once she was done, she packed up her things and gathered the library books in a pile. She had already checked some out so she could take them home. She walked to ...
The Expiring of Emma Hollingsworth
New England, 1815Emma Hollingsworth was dead alright. The carriage door must not have been secured properly for it slipped open and Emma tumbled out and hit her head on a rock. She lay where she fell as limp as a boned-fish. When the doctor was rushed onto the scene to examine her battered body and bruised head, he pronounced her expired. Now she serenely lay under six-feet of spring soil and a heap of sympathetic flowers. All manner of folk in town came to cry over her grave. I tried very hard to cry like a dutiful mourner, but the tears were stubborn and refused to show, which was rather rud...
Life in Black and White
Life in Black and WhiteBehind the lens“Just scooch in a little closer — there you go! Thank you. Now, hold the pose… just a few seconds… look right here and smile!…” Click! Whrrr… “Beautiful!”Clint was satisfied. He had a feeling this one would turn out well — a photograph that told a story without words. A story of the love of a father for his children.It was Clint’s dream to open his own photography studio someday. Until then, it was a hobby. His fascination with photography had begun when he was young, maybe the age of the boy in this family he had just captured on film. He had started savi...