Bad Luck Revolution_What the Party is For_"Anyone Can Improve."_The Tara Bookshop
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Bad Luck Revolution
I picked up a charm It was teal and bucked I thought it was A bit of good luckI want you to hear The lesson I learned It has been imagined Now I have adjournedDay One: Do the flowers bloom Like my new Transaction My chance to make An extra actionI made a change Be filled with cheer I wish I wish Before new yearsMake things right From things before My big mistakes And so much moreI had a secret I had to hide Made a big mistake I had classifiedMy teacher from 2nd 4th and 5th Made me sit With Cassandra KitsSo then I peed in my seat It smelled so very sick So then she kept it a secret Then made me...
What the Party is For
I’m not a big fan of parties, especially office parties. They’re usually pretty boring, and being the new guy I haven’t really gotten to know a lot of my coworkers. I’ll probably just spend an hour or so holding up a wall, sipping weak punch and eating bland sheet cake. But it has to beat spending another hour trying to transcribe heavily redacted reports, so I’m here. Six weeks I’ve been working at the home office for the vaguely named Interworld Solutions, and this is the first time I’ve heard of Baker. Of course, there’s a lot about my new job that I haven’t heard about. Like what exactly w...
"Anyone Can Improve."
Hilary, aka Hilaria, and her husband Ben, were both retired school teachers. Unfortunately for Hilaria, olwww.onedoor.ccd Ben had retired early into television land. He was so not interested in travel, hobbies, or doing anything but turn on blaring TV. It was getting to her a bit, she often could not be bothered cooking any more, so they ate takeaway food. Their favorites were pizza, kebabs, or burgers and fries. Really, any home delivery menu provided an option for meal choices. Delish! Time saving. Hilaria did not know what she was saving time for, but soon they were both addicted to all those flavors and...
The Tara Bookshop
The Tara Bookshop sat improbably between two towering, convoluted buildings in a winding alleyway in the centre of Dublin. From the front, it looked as if it was being squeezed in on either side by its neighbors, as if, having finished the street, someone had decided to force in an extra building on either end, squashing the little bookshop into a spindly line. On the inside, however, it was a different matter.It was immense. The roof was high. Huge beams soared upwards in unfathomable triangles. Space warped around itself like a falling envelope. Time snuck its way up through the floorboards ...