The Space Underneath The Bed_Finding Himself_The Legend of the Goldenrod_Battle To The Border
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The Space Underneath The Bed
At nineteen, I unwillingly became a mother to a six-year-old boy.I hate kids; I’ve always hated them and their tantrums, their spoiled arses, the deafening squeals and shrieks—basically everything they are. People slap me with that “Hey, you were once a kid,” line, but I try to counterslap them with a “Yeah but I didn’t have to take care of me, did I?”.Now, I got stuck with this spoiled six-year-old boy who cries over things he either can’t control or can’t have. It’s always been a pain, looking after this boy, if only it weren’t for his sick mom.“Oi, oi! Get off that couch, this instant, Ro...
Finding Himself
Leonard was a son of a billionaire. His father had a well established business. Leonard's parents loved him more than anything in this world. He was a spoiled kid who was always reluctant to do somwww.onedoor.ccething for himself. He never thought of being independent. He lived on his father's money. He was a party freak who was always surrounded by people. He had never experienced being alone. One night he,his family and his friends were having a party on a yacht. Leonard was drunk, he went at the top of the yacht. When he reached the railing of the yacht his body was trembling,he slipped and fell in the l...
The Legend of the Goldenrod
The Legend of the Goldenrod By Suzanne Marsh 12 October 1216“King John, a messenger has arrived from your brother Richard.”“Well, don’t leave the man standing there bring him in.“Your majesty; King Richard has returned from the Holy Land. Here is the missive. King John, quickly open the missive. His golden eyes glaring angrily as he read:“John, you will vacate my throne immediately, if you do not I will have you beheadedas the cock crows.” John, his golden eyes glaring angrily at the missive, ordered everyone out of his chambers save his Captain of the Guard Sir William Huxley. John ...
Battle To The Border
*Authors Note: This story is based on true events. Its factual retelling can be found on my website, thewanderinghippy.com, under its release title Privy To Pakistan. At the time, most of the conversation was in Hindi and recounted to/translated for me later. Some of the dialogue here has been embellished or added to meet this week's prompt requirements and some artistic licence has been taken.“We shouldn't be out here,” Vineet mumbled.“Why not?” I asked.“Because he’s a coward,” Sandeep chuckled.“No, I’m not a coward. We don’t have permits.”“Buc, buc, bugawk!” Sandy cawed.“Vinny,” I began. “Do...