Nice Night_GREY GHOSTS_Un-shattered dreams_Love Comes to Everyone
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Nice Night
They all rose and yelled for a goal celebration.Edward Mendy's hand threw a ball a bit up in the air and struck his right foot upon it. The ball was whisked onto Ben Chilwell's left foot, who, without aiming to control it, connected it to Mason Mount, who, possessed it well, turned, and with a sharp squint at an open space, left forgotten by Manchester City's midfielders, sent a nailing pass to Kai Havertz, who, had just had to avoid an easy, futile Ederson's attempt to save the ball, and passed it into the net for an only goal in the final. "Hell! Yeah!" Voices were heard in the bar."If thin...
GREY GHOSTS
Warm… strong, warm and excruciating light, that is what I feel. Dear Diary, I’m writing to you as usual, on my favorite chair, now old and hard on my back, crouched on my desk attempting to avoid the sunset. Damn, who invented it? Horizontal light, you can’t save yourself from it, it may be a loving couple’s dream but to me, I just hate it. It’s like a never ending nightmare, a ghost that locked onto you and won’t stop staring until your defenses are down and it can pry into your souls and innermost thoughts to judge and condemn.My old friend, let me be honest, I don’t know what to tell you to...
Un-shattered dreams
Rosa opened her eyes, her heart fluttering in her throat. Was this a dream? She lay still. Barely daring to draw another breath.She listened.A perfect June dawn bathed Rosa in a calm delicate light. It nudged at the white cotton curtains, teasing the sleeping bedroom with glimpses of a glorious deep blue sky, filling the room with salty honeysuckled air.Just outside the cottage window, a bumble bee drifted between the flowers, before starting his engines and taking flight with his bounty. A gull sat on the chimney pot chuckling to himself.Rosa listened.With her old eyes refusing to focus prope...
Love Comes to Everyone
After the earthquake, I returned to find my building in shambles. I’d been up north for a bit to escape. Not that I wanted to. Think of it like a forced vacation. I had no other choice, really, when he decided to end things. What else was I supposed to do? Sit alone in my apartment and drink? No thanks.And of course, as my luck would have it, the day before I decided to return to my shoebox of an apartment was the day of Northridge 2www.onedoor.cc、0. No, it wasn’t a 2、0 on the Richter Scale, nor was it as bad as it could’ve been for a 5、5、 At least for most people. As my luck would have it, again, my apartm...