Spring Forward_For Old Times' Sake (L1、2)_Anna in Wonderland_These Crooked Times
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Spring Forward
SPRING FORWARD Katherine, the television weather lady, talked about the time change. Her goal was to remind all of her watchers of the twice yearly event. “Spring Forward,” she said cheerfully as the camera faded and the news anchor popped up on the screen, I grumbled and walked to the wall clock in the living room then on to the kitchen to change the time on the clock on the wall. With those two set ahead, all I had left was my bedroom clock next to my bed. I hated the time change. Those who made the decisions just needed to set it ahead and leave it th...
For Old Times' Sake www.onedoor.cc(L1、2)
For Old Times’ Sake Lavinia met her old friend María Balteira in a small bar near near the Praza do Toural in Santiago. She had invited her old friend, who was a minstrel, which meant she was paid for her services as a courtesan with King Alphonse the Wise. Balteira was from too long ago for Lavinia to ever locate and archive any artifacts pertaining to her, but they’d still gotten to know and like each other over the years. In fact, they were old friends. They went way back, you could say. Balteira arrived a few minutes late, grumbling. She certainly wasn’t the type to have tea, even with an ...
Anna in Wonderland
“I’m so--” “If you say ‘I’m so bored’ one more time, I will end your life.” The eighteen-year-old goth was so sick of hearing those words that Anna was sure she meant it. But that didn’t stop her from retorting, “Jesus, Dahlia, I wouldn’t be saying it if you just gave me something to do.” “I’ve given you tons of things to do! Hundreds! Thousands! I offered to dye your hair, paint your nails, take you thrift shopping. I even--” “But you only have black nail polish, and those are all things you like to do, not me,” Anna whined. “Well then, I can’t help you. Just go… exploring or something. Aw...
These Crooked Times
"Remember that I'm giving you 500 quid for the privilege of staying in that pig sty the social welfare pays for you!" I shout over some 80s music playing on the laptop."Well, shove it up your arse then, your five hundred freckin' quid", Tanja says. "You are totally right on this one, better up my arse then with you", I say back.Tanja nods my way. "Good, we found something to agree on." Tanja, like always, lies stretched out on her couch. She stares towards the wall at her feet. There is a psychodelic poster, all purple, metallic, orange. I have my back leaning on the wall next to the blazing f...