An Exuberant Celebration_A Routine Gone Wrong_An Unexpected Friend_My Mind's Spy
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An Exuberant Celebration
AN EXUBERANT CELEBRATION – BY KRITIKA HANS George Paddington, a local resident of Liverpool – a city and metropolitan borough in Merseyside, England. The place itself is full of life and character. George was a lively person and was always busy doing things. He was smart and not bad-looking, and he could be funny when he wanted to. George was in his middle twenties and was a fashion-conscious man. He was a painter by profession and worked in Bushwood company. He was acclaimed as England’s greatest painter of his time. George inherited from his father a great love for painting. Like his father,...
A Routine Gone Wrong
John a thirty nine year old man always cataloged everything he did in life. After a while John got into a routine. Happy with everything the way his life is going everything in it’s place. A gowww.onedoor.ccod routine every day the same thing nothing out of place. John’s alarm goes off at eight am he gets up, goes to shower everything in the shower. Is in it’s own place towel hung on the bathroom door.Wash cloth hung on a rack in the shower body wash and shampoo. Put in alphabetical order everything in order. His clothes in the closet and dresser are placed in order by color. After showering he goes to get ...
An Unexpected Friend
“I dare you to visit the poolside room tonight. Alone” said Alice, failing miserably to contain her delight. For the past fifteen minutes, we both had been arguing ferociously. Alice had waited until the right moment to toss the dare in my face, fully aware of my inability to back out of one.A ghost was said to be haunting the poolside room. Even during the day, the children of our area avoided it, and used the public washroom instead. The parents of the children had duly notified the pool authorities. One of the lifeguards was assigned to explore the room. However, all complaints stopped when...
My Mind's Spy
“Stay right there, Lindsay,” she said, moving strands of my wild red hair from of my face.“Yes, Mama.”I reassured her with a smile when she glanced back at me from the hot dog line. She didn’t like being apart from me, even if I was only a few feet away. It’s been just the two of us, inseparable, for as long as I can remember. Mama’s friends or family never came to visit, and she said my father died when I was very little. I don’t know much about him - Mama always gets tears in her eyes when I talk about him - but apparently he wouldn’t let go of me the last time I saw him. I guess that’s why...