An authors dream_MELODIES OF WAR_Chicks’ Seller_Singing and Powers
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An authors dream
"Finally"sighed the sixteen-year-old, named Ashlyn, as her finger hovered above the button. Publish. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for. She felt excitement and anxiety bubble in the pit of her stomach. She took a deep breath and pressed on the button. She heard a slight ping, and she knew that her book had been published. Ashlyn smiled wistfully as she imagined how many people would like her first book, that she had worked on for nine months. While she was brushing her teeth she noticed an odd and shadow hovering near her window. The second she finished brushing her teeth, she wen...
MELODIES OF WAR
The ex-marine brought out the M27 rifle from its case and with a machine’s cold efficiency checked its working parts. His action was superfluous since the gun was always in pristine condition. He spent copious amounts of time on oiling and pampering it. But old habits die hard. Booming music filtered into the room as he gave it a final once over.As he marched out of the house with robotic purposefulness towards the party, his stare was distant and vacant.Toby Fante’s 10th birthday was in full swing, and the evening air was thick with camaraderie. The hollering of little children having fun min...
Chicks’ Seller
They smell lovely because it reminwww.onedoor.ccds her of the smell of babies. The mother is only creature in this universe who is happy with the smell of the baby, especially when some of the milk that he tasted through his little mouth and liquids from among his gentle lips, he begins to wipe it with great happiness. “Health and joy.” The smell of milk that comes out of the body's binaries as a sweat and from the bottom of its barely growing hair is the mother's complete satisfaction, a reassuring view that it has led to his food and care. When his return is intensified, she becomes happy and delighted....
Singing and Powers
“And all along I believed, I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more!” I finished the song and smiled at all of the people looking at me. “Bravo! Bravo! More, more!” I heard everyone echo this, but I shook my head while laughing.“All of’ y’all know I can’t do another-on the piano. Who says we do a little line dancing? Cotton Eye Joe Time!” I had to raise my voice to make everyone hear over their loud shouts. I grabbed my guitar from its resting place at the side of my piano and stood up. Everyone else got up ou...