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The Winning Arrangement
Weather cooperated with Richard’s plans for attending the state fair. No rain. Lots of sunshine, but not too hot. The people wore clothing colorful enough to be an entry of a florist’s design. He believed walking the fairgrounds to be more pleasurable than an ocean cruise. Richard, thirty-years-old and with brown hair, looked at his map. He noticed the university’s home and garden landscaping display on the map. Maybe it will give me ideas for my floral arrangements.The water garden, hardly four feet across, held 3 small goldfish. It was surrounded by natural rocks placed in an appe...
Creative Boss Lady (CBL)
Creative Boss Lady (CBL)I was inside the shop when I heard a young damsel telling her girlfriend “If any dude that has no money comes my way, I will keep him silent.” Placing emphasis on her speech, she was 45% right. Because these days, no damsel want to date a “broken-pauper” (BP) anymore! And any dude who is indigent isn’t qualified to approach a damsel this day according to present day “Manner of Dating System” from girl’s perspective, which is “Pessimist-System”. Well, that’s the psyche of most damsels, and it is a deceased mindset. A dude is financially flat...
The Tale of Princess Ivana and the Chipmunk
Once upon a time, there was a shack that nobody dared to visit. It was home to a strange creature named Brutta Wartsnout, a witch who resembled a rhinoceros. She used to reside in the castle, but the cruelty of Princess Ivana forced her to leave. Some weeks later, she settled into a shabby house on the outskirts of town and officially opened for business. Every peasant knew that if they had a problem, Brutta Wartsnout was for hire. Yet, few were brave enough to seek her assistance.It was raining the night that Brutta heard a knock on her door. Given that she never received visitors, sh...
The City Of Dreams
The open drawers, overflowing cupboards and the general mess in the little room suggested that it in the process of being cleared. However, the seventeen-year-old girl curled up on the floor with a paper in hand showed no signs of finishing the job. The page appeared to have been ripped out of a diary, with crease lines that indicated its repeated folding and unfolding. Her eyes scanned the messy but familiar handwriting for the umpteenthwww.onedoor.cc time, knowing exactly which word would come next.To Frooza,I still can’t believe you’re moving to Mumbai. 200 metres have somehow turned into 200 kilometres....