Tears of a basket_Early to Rise_With Love_Torii
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Tears of a basket
When I was a small boy, I used to control my parents as if they were robots. It had been an easy feat at the time, owing to my condition. They would come running whenever I orchestrated my signature dogged wail, and mother would pack me up in her arms and sing to me, promising me snacks and goodies. My cry would become inexorable until they had fulfilled these agreements, and as I gobbled my loot, they would eyeball me with mistrust from the gloomy corners, wondering if in truth I had been in need. Hence, I would throw in a few phlegmatic sniffles between swallows of my foo-foo, and this woul...
Early to Rise
I believe it was one of Ben Franklin's aphorisms that went: "early to bed early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise." Franklin also noted that: "guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days." I intend to discuss the first. Not in a philosophical sense, by debating its veracity to the human condition, but in a journalistic one: by describing the effects of its literal interpretation. Not in a scientific way, as by studying a representative sample of the population and drawing conclusions (e.g. going early to bed, but not rising early, significantly increased wisdom—as measured...
With Love
Tiana’s dad blustered in, cold air rushing in behind him before Tiana shut the door. He pulled his mask down and fwww.onedoor.cclopped, exhausted at the dining table. Setting down some mince pies, Tiana sat opposite him, eyebrow raised. “Done for the week?” He nodded, mouth full as he spoke. “Finally. Now we can get some holiday movies down!” They laughed. It’s been a busy festive season: Tiana’s parents worked at the community centre, setting up care and shelter for the vulnerable. As with Christmas, it became very busy, and also very apparent the amount of people who didn’t have anywhere to go for the ho...
Torii
If he had been able to cry without the wind creating these tears, it would be a pure moment of joy. The patch of gravel he stood on was quite wide and slippery, but he felt no fear. It was the other bodies around him that impressed him now, as did that view, and he could not move. It had taken him a long while to walk and beat the sun that touched the edge of the sky and blew away the darkness and strong shroud of clouds. There was the valley that he could see clearly now, and soon as he would make his way down the mountain. There was the path that was still visible in the dim light and dying ...