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That Morning
Maria woke up feeling great today without even taking a sip of coffee. She slept for a total of 8 hours and is feeling completely well-rested, and ready to start her day. She knew from the moment she woke up she would want to treat herself and go to her favorite flower shop to buy beautifully smelling flowers. She goes about her morning as follows: A shower, which she spends in cold water because the heating stopped working that morning, however, that didn't deter her. She then proceeds to have breakfast, which ends up with her breakfast being burnt because she accidentally set the stove on a ...
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
I wouldn’t say murder per se was a terrible thing.I mean, it all depends on the motive, doesn’t it?And if we’re being honest, the recipient plays a part in it too!For example, the people who tried to murder Hitler. We didn't sit back and judge them with negative condemnation. We all went, darn it! Close but not quite over the line. Try a bit harder next time.Honestly, you can be the nicest person, who’s kind, donates to charities and looks after stray puppies. Then one day, you’re simply pushed over your line of what you will and won’t put up with. It’s like something snaps deep inside, and on...
The Vampires Lesson
An old womawww.onedoor.ccn sat in front of a roaring fire, the warm glow enveloped the room in welcoming light. The children played, yelling and carrying on as an old woman serenely sat cross-legged watching their youthful, exuberant, energies mingle. She looked around the room and breathed in the palpable energy that was expended by the young ones. They played with each other and toys that were scattered though the room. Their parents left them in Kahla's care. Nana Kahla was what they called her. She accepted it even though she was no ones true grandmother. She wore it with pride. “Little ones!” She yell...
The Errant Wife
Sensitive issues: Mental and physical abuseJason stood silently waiting for his wife to wake. He would take no joy in this act of revenge on his unfaithful wife, but it was necessary. Sandra groaned and shook herself awake. She couldn’t see anything, no light filtered into the inky blackness of the room. She blinked several times to ensure her eyes were open. Sandra sniffed. The air was fusty but sweet. It reminded her of when the cat had died, and they didn’t find it for three days. “Dear Heart, your back with me.” Sandra jumped at the words whispered in her ear. The voice was so close she fe...