Coffee, Tea or me?_BE THERE FOR ME_Sweet William_Breaker of Glass, Hearts, and Other Inconsequential
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Coffee, Tea or me?
Today seemed like any other day, sun was up and shining and my best friend in the whole world had BIG news to share! I was trying to get the sleep out of my eyes when my phone rang and she said, "I'm coming over with BIG news". Well, honestly, I thought I was still sleeping and rolled over and fell back asleep. Not long after, I heard a pounding on my front door, so of course, I had to get dressed and find out who was there. I got to the front door and saw that it was my neighbor, Shandy. We have not really been close neighbor's and her arrival threw me in a tizzy, so to speak.I opened my fron...
BE THERE FOR ME
When the feeble knock came on the window, Rupesh thought that it was just something he heard in his head. He couldn’t be blamed for the mistake, for it was almost a decade since it was shut. The tales of most windows are intriguing. They are often the only connect to the outside world, besides bringing some light and air to the house and its people. But closer home in Bangalore, this window was like none another. It connected….. But then, I am getting a little ahead of myself. A little explanation would help readers be in the loop. There is often an ongoing debate that fictions are purely ...
Sweet William
My heart raced as the cool breeze swept through my hair. The season was changing—summer heat subsiding, slipping into autumn chills. It was the best time for sweet Williams to thrive. Just the thoughtwww.onedoor.cc of their stems reaching and stretching to the sky made me giddy as I ran to your house.I was glad to have the sweet Williams to look forward to. At least, they were much more promising than our initial summer project. We had spent most of June in the field, surrounded by wildflowers, trying to search for fairies. Literally hunting for fairies.It was my idea, though greatly inspired by Han Chris...
Breaker of Glass, Hearts, and Other Inconsequential Things
They packed their bags at night. I know because I watched them through my small attic window, the thin white curtains dancing a waltz between my fingertips. If one of them looked up from their position across the street, they might see my silhouette. But no one did. I thought he would. I truly thought he would.-The Murdock Family arrived in the summer, a Volkswagen van filled to maximum capacity with artists, photographers, models, painters, sculptors, and livers. That’s what I thought the first time I saw their turquoise dream on wheels pull up in front of the house across the street from m...