Instruction Manual_Hanahaki_Fifty Years_Speak Now Your Sorrow, Jesse Turner
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Instruction Manual
Please read carefully…Congratulations on your purchase of the device from one of our many fine dealers! We do not yet offer the product in the regular chain stores, so your purchase must have taken place through the many new and wonderful franchises now growing and thriving across the nation, soon around the world. We thank you for your interest.As you inspect the device, it is necessary to remind you one more time that once you decide to use it, it is a one-time deal. No money back guarantee is offered on a used device, unless you decide to use it and nothing at all happens. We only guarantee...
Hanahaki
Is it really hard to love sowww.onedoor.ccmeone? She had never thought about it, till that day. That group project was the last thing she wanted to do until she saw that pretty face of his. He wasn't the popular guy, it was the opposite. So when he got paired up with her, the loved and famous Anya, and two of her close friends, he felt like he could internally explode at any moment. For her, that was the first time she saw him. Being the cool girl she was, limited the number of people she could meet or remember. But on that day, she wondered how come she never saw him at least once at school, even though th...
Fifty Years
Siya becomes Raya's obsession now. Ever since he found her half-dead on the island beach at the beginning of the winter, he found himself uncontrollably sucked into her mysterious form. He was on the beach that morning, before the sun rise, out fishing as usual, plowing his boat out into the sea with his folks. "The weather doesn't look good. The storm is still hovering around the coast," a concerned Raju, his trusted aid, called out, standing on the wooden plank, pulling the ropes that Raya threw at him. "Ahh, yes, thought so," he answered, still trying to push the boat out from the wet sands...
Speak Now Your Sorrow, Jesse Turner
THIS STORY CONTAINS DEEP GRIEF, LOSS, AND DEATH.“Speak now.” It answered from the dark of the woods. “You have called and I have come.”She’s been in the ground a week. The house groans in her absence. Every settling timber seems to call out her name. The sound of it haunts me late at night. I can’t sleep. Rebecca, it calls. But she doesn’t answer. Her side of the bed is cold. Every wrinkle in the sheets lays the same as the last morning she got up to the aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen. But the smell of her shampoo is gone from the pillow, slowly being replaced by dust. Rebecca, I call....