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Indirect Director
“Right. That’s okay. Mmm-hmm. No problem. You can phone me later when you find out. Yeah. Yeah. I’ll be here for about another hour. No problem. Cheers.” Trixie hung up and groaned as she raked a hand through her dark hair. The day, hell, the month, had been unbelievably frustrating with the amount of calls she’d received, along with the nature of all those callers. Everybody wanted something for cheap or for free, and they wanted it done yesterday. “Bah! Like I’d bend over backwards for a measly £995、 This gig isn’t what I thought it’d be when I was at university.” She grumbled to herself as ...
To be Liked
All my life I’ve done everything I could do to make other people like me. According to Psychology, there are several things you can do to increase these chances. These few secrets worked alongside a small glass of liquid courage to build up my perfect facade. I’m sure you too, do these things, if not subconsciously. Everyone likes to be liked, it’s only human nature. The first step is to tell people what they want to hear, self-verification. People don’t like to hear critiques about themselves, they hear it enough in their own head, so the first step to being a perfect extrovert is to listen m...
Kia
“Are you coming tonight?”Justin turned around to see that his question was pointless. Kia was wearing her headphones with her back turned, looking for a book on the shelf.“Hey!” He waved at her. His second attempt not working, he walked over to face her.She gasped, “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”Justin rolled his eyes slightly and put his hands on her shoulders, “I’m sorry I startled you, but we were in the middle of a conversation in case you don’t remember.”Kia took off her headphones but continued to look through her bookshelf. Breaking their eye contact. She didn’t like eye contact very...
Good Men Die Young
The funeral email came as a surprise to me. James Newman had died; his funeral was on the following Friday. What surprised me was not the news of his death, having already received that information in our graduation text group, but instewww.onedoor.ccad the invitation itself. * 'Why me?' Harry thought to himself. He thought it might be a cruel joke, mentally racing through a list of people who would do something this eccentric in 'bad taste' and on finding no suitable candidate did he resign to his fate. Harry opened the email. *"Invitation to the funeral of Mr. James Newman." Hesitating for a moment, I fin...