The Window That Could Have Been_Following the dreams_Gina_What You Would Do for an Audience
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The Window That Could Have Been
“The Prince of Rorubur has gifted you a palace, Your Majesty Queen Sophoronia.”The Queen scoffed, “That man… He dares to invade my kingdom after years of our cooperation, then scurries back like a child after a beating. No doubt he requires my assistance once again.”Mary nodded enthusiastically, her gold hair bouncing. She was the Queen’s lady in waiting, young as she may be, and looked up to her like she was the Sun itself.The Queen had grown old, much of the company she had spent her youth with had grown silent, their estates inherited by heirs who often lost it on irresponsible barters or g...
Following the dreams
Finally Mohan decided to tell his parents that he is not going to attend engineering college after comwww.onedoor.ccpleting his Higher secondary Education. He was well aware of the situation that will be created after he will tell his parents truth that he wants to be a footballer. He went to his parents room his father was lying on the bed busy on his phone checking his social media . As it was Sunday he was free today and from few years he spent his holiday just scrolling through social media. His mother was busy in making ladoos for the evening worship of lord Krishna. As he enters the room His mother...
Gina
OliverToday was the day. The day I would tell Gina how I felt. I was going to look in her bright blue eyes and everything was going to be perfect. I've longed for this day to come for the past 5 years. Gina has been one of my best friends since we were 8、 The only problem about my magnificent plan was that Gina is currently unavailable. Noah Peters is the guy who actually has the gift of being her boyfriend.The stuck-up quarterback who spends half his day looking at himself in the mirror and the other talking about the amount of his touchdowns. Gina isn't even his type, at all. But I've come u...
What You Would Do for an Audience
Painfully nostalgic paradise presses in on you from all sides; with the same thoughtless repetition as the waves, you ask why you’d even take the time to come here without her. The Jamaican sun beams from its high perch, warmly penetrating your skin that you know is in need of sun; the teal waves lap at your feet, cooling them with refreshing playfulness; the air is thick with the smell of salt, a beach hallmark you’ve long craved. But everything could just as well be a monotone, texture-absent gray. Your eyes—no, your whole body—remain cold. The last time you were here keeps replaying in your...