The rain of truth_Past the pasta_Big Bright Smiling Eyes_Shadybrooke Landing
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The rain of truth
I used to think that people who are my friends will always support me, but time changed and I found a new path in my life.I am a common employee working in an advertising company, I was doing my work with full dedication. My name is John, I got this job with a lot of hard work. But I was not satisfied with myself or I was not satisfied with my work. I had friends and they used to takwww.onedoor.cce care of me a lot, but why I was not happy. My two friends Tony and Sam were always with me. Tomorrow is Tony's presentation and in our house the three of us are preparing him for his presentation. Tony puts his h...
Past the pasta
The day started with the sound of the most annoying sound in the world, which was the sound of my buzzing alarm clock. I could have had the radio come on instead of the jarring buzz, but I needed that edge to shake me from my slumber. I threw off the bed-covers, moaned loudly and immediately felt the chill of my cold, unheated studio apartment in Marrickville. A densely populated - smog and traffic choked suburb near Sydney, but at least it was under the flight path (Queue sarcasm).I shouldn’t complain too much though, as things could have been a lot worse for me. There weren’t a lot of opport...
Big Bright Smiling Eyes
Big bright smiling eyes- Reminds me of my maid's very old husband who loved me as a child when I was about 3 years old, barely ready to take admission in school. The maid and her husband were like family to us because they were an old couple and didn't have any other family as their son left them long ago. Even after she left working at our place we still kept supporting them financially and emotionally so we never lost contact. My mother has always been a working woman and my father used to work abroad, they used to leave me with the old lady all day so the couple raised me as a child. He alw...
Shadybrooke Landing
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. A road trip was meant to be fun. An adventure with great friends, delicious food, and marvelous sights. It wasn’t supposed to involve blood, guns, and a seedy hotel. We were supposed to laugh, not fight for our lives. It wasn’t supposed to come to this, me in the middle of the night with my knees soaking up blood on the pavement, tears flowing down my cheeks. 40 hours earlier. We had been friends since we were thirteen. We had been the three new kids in seventh grade and had formed an instant bond which had lasted through our teenage years. That first year...