What did she tell you this time_The perfect dinner_After All_The Bay Window
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What did she tell you this time
Sitting lazily on the soft cushions by the large arched window,taking in the warm rays of the evening sun. Dominik, with his brows tightly knitted together, picked at his nails, decapitating the poor folks from the crown of his long slender fingers. With no nails to pick on anymore, Dominik, starts to shake his legs vigorously, of course those pesky little actions doesn't go by unnoticed, William, his best friend whose knees were glued to the latter's knees all day long feels every single movement and vibration caused by the latter. Even though his eyes are practically glu...
The perfect dinner
The candle flickering while I place roses around the table. The petals perfectly laid around the plates. The loud beeping raged on until I ran to the kitchen to turn off the oven reminding me of the food I started hours ago. I pull out the perfectly cooked roast and set it on the stove. Letting it cool I grab the sides and place them on the table before running and grabbing two wine glasses. I grab a brand new bottle of wine but only fill one glass. The smell of the roast filling the house as I go to turn on the old record player in the corner. The smooth music fills the room as I walk back to...
After All
Brooke's Note: Yay! My first story ever! I hope you enjoywww.onedoor.cc it! Thanks! :D“This place is nice, but I can’t believe that we have zero electricity or phone service or... or the internet. What are we going to do about the bathroom? Yuck! And what if my phone goes dead?! I won’t be able to do anything! I already can’t call or text or use some of my apps!” Kaeda whined. Dora rolled her eyes as she tossed her overnight bag on the couch. Esther made a pfft noise with her mouth while she rummaged through the cupboards. Christy ignored Kaeda and continued her unpacking in the room she would share with Es...
The Bay Window
Jack Wilson sat in his navy blue robe, nursing a strong cup of scalding hot coffee, sitting at his favorite bay window. This space, despite being cold enough by the large window that he saw his breath when he blew, was where Jack sat every day. Thinking. Looking through the window to the snow. Remembering. Times when sitting in this bay window was filled with company. Simpler times when he could sit here with his coffee too sweet, writing and reading and drawing the view of the bare trees covered in a white reflection and a frozen lake, serene nature at it's best. Times with her. As he likes ...