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A Passage of Time
“We’re running out of time.” I said to myself. “Or at least I am!” I don’t think I said the words out loud but they were certainly in my thoughts. Very soon we will be told to put down our pens and pass our papers forward. And I havn’t even answered one single question. My mind has just gone blank. I am just sitting staring at the questions. Why was I having problems. This was one of my favourite subjects. English Literature and miraculously the book chosen was Shakespeare’s Merchant in Venice. I should not be having problems especially as our teacher had taken us to London to the Globe Theat...
The Payment
Werner didn't want to think about losing the house. He had known the time was coming, when the banker would be knocking at the door asking for payment. Every morning as the household woke he found himself praying to the God’s (he didn't really believe in) that today wasn't “the day”. On the day, that finally was, “the day”, when Werner heard the knock it was accompanied by the scatter of the presence of every other in the house. They all knew what a knock at the door meant. Something bad. The bank would be seizing one of them, as payment, one of Werner’s brood. That was what happened, when you...
Just One More Time.
"We're running out of time!" Fifty-seven seconds left."Of course, we're running out of time. You always seem to be running out of time when you try and stop a bomb it’s stomping a Bomb 101、" Paul kept up with Calvin as they jumped to the sub-level floor. "Remember, pull the wires from their ports. Blue, yellow, purple, then green in that order."Calvin mumbled to himself as they landed on the floor. "Fifth door on the left. About thirty seconds left." Thirty-six seconds left.The corridor seemed endless by the time they reached the door. They entered the room to find a woman standing over a cra...
Grandpa's shadowpictures
When my grandparents were still alive, it was tradition to visit them on Sundays for cake, flan, and coffee. It was the highlight of the week for them. After the cake, made by my grandmother herself, my grandfather took out his best brandy, to refine his coffee with, and then he started to tell his story... -"That was the moment where I got my best photo." he usually started. We all knew the story by heart, but he was a gifted narrator, and he really enjoyed telling it. So, we all listened intently. Grandpa was a peace-loving man,www.onedoor.cc who raised his family respectfully and lived in peace with the ...