REVENGE OF THE ANTS_As It Was_The Magic of the Library_Days After Marseille
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REVENGE OF THE ANTS
He was called Pete and he worked for an oil marketing company. He was only 26 when he was offered a building site for sale by a real estate company. He was told “This would be a very valuable investment. All sites have been sold except this one. You would be lucky if you could land this one.” Pete consulted his father and wife. His Dad said “It’s no doubt a good piece of real estate to invest on. It will surely develop in future. However there’s a man who has lived in that region. He is about 90. I know him well. He told me that to build a home there you would’ve to demolish two large ant hill...
As It Was
How am I supposed to do this?I open the door to my house and step outside. Trepidation immediately floods my bones. I stumble back inside and practically slam the door. Stop this. You're just being paranoid. My mini pep talk does nothing to calm my nerves. I take a deep breath. I release it and I let the sound become my anchor to sanity. I don’t even know why I’m so scared? Well, that’s a lie. I do know why I'm scared. I look out my window. How is no one else struggling? How can they all go back to life as it was before? I can barely even remember before. It feels more like a figment of my im.www.onedoor.cc..
The Magic of the Library
Annie is ten years old the first time she goes to the library. When Annie enters the library she sees a place of wonder, magic and adventure. Annie bounces up and down with excitement. She can't wait to get start on reading the books.Annie goes to the children's section of the library and sets her sights on the fairy tales. Annie loves reading fairy tales. Her favorite is Cinderella. Annie picks up the book, finds a cozy spot in the corner of the library sits down and begins to read.Annie goes to the library every single day and does the exact same thing. She finds a book, finds a cozy spot in...
Days After Marseille
Joseph always used to do the shopping, when we were younger. ‘When we were younger''. Seems like I’m talking about a faraway country where I used to live, but I can’t remember how to get there anymore. I look down at my thighs sometimes after I wash, and I can’t believe they’re mine. Hardly ever look in the mirror anymore because the face looking back always takes me by surprise. The hoods around the eyes and the lips, thin now. Even when I put lipstick on it just seems to disappear into the folds. Can’t see the lipstick anyway behind these ruddy masks we have to wear now. He used to do the sh...