Arches_Patricia kept her promise_Mr Finance_Tomorrow is a New Day
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Arches
Gothic architecture had always been an interest of Darcy’s. She absolutely loved the ominous, deserted feeling one got from such a lovely home. The arches were her favorite though. Something about them seemed to absorb her attention. This was how Darcy found herself staring up at the Gothic mansion she had found in the middle of the woods. You see, mansions were quite a common sight for her (she lived in one), but this one was out in the middle of nowhere. The only reason she had ventured this far into the woods was for the huge wild blackberry bushes that grew near the ravine. She had b...
Patricia kept her promise
My alarm went off at 3am. I quickly got out of the bed, the room still dark, put on my slippers and walk downstairs to the kitchen. I don't switch on the lights while I do that. I don't wanna scare her off. I see her sitting at the table with her back towards me. But I know it's her because of her red hair. I still remember the day we met and became instant friends. "You're late," she spoke to me, while I poured some water from the tap in the pot. "No, I'm not. Remember, you're the one who always was late to our french class. You. Not me." I replied."Okay, whatever. Just bring me the tea.""Pat...
Mr Finance
Based on a true story…It was supposed to be fun. We were finally doing it, finally stepping up to be adults. We had organised what little finance we had, twww.onedoor.ccrawled the internet, spoken to all the 'experts' in our lives and then, we’d done it. We’d stepped over the cracked concrete and browning grass that separated the sidewalk from the yard. Triumphant, we’d smiled at the man who greeted up with his very false teeth and thinning hair and asked about a car.Soon after, sitting in the tiny demountable that passed as an office in lot of the second hand car yard, I didn't feel triumphant. I didn't fe...
Tomorrow is a New Day
"Today was a boring day." Evan hummed thoughtfully, the soft cushions of the beige couch underneath him lulling him into a somewhat dormant state, the familiar crash of exhaustion that came after a strenous day of work or activities wise.He wasn't lying about what he said. Today had been an awfully boring day and Evan Miller felt it to be a loss of time in his life, just a little bit...At least the tea in his hand was good, a little cold from his mind's travelling contemplation, the taste of lavander a little watered down for his liking. But in days like those, those little detaills didn't aff...