A Surprising change of attitude_The Amazing Adventures of Silver and Fish_A Guac to Remember_Post, T
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A Surprising change of attitude
Etim, aren't you joining us? Tom asked almost unmindedly, "No!" Etim answered without adding any more words. "Maybe he isn't feeling really well or he hasn't eaten since morning" Tom thought to himself before taking his eyes off him. Etim was in a weekly meeting with his friends. The group was about fundraising and financial support to her members. In the group, if you are a registered member and you had any event or ceremony, you will inform the group officially with a bottle of wine, and all the members will contribute a particular amount of money to you. But even without awww.onedoor.cc member having a c...
The Amazing Adventures of Silver and Fish
“Fly,” I said, forgetting to use my inside voice. “I can’t find Silver.” Silver was my pet silverfish, who had suddenly gone missing.“Quiet, you little rascals,” Mrs. Aurora’s voice boomed, shattering the silence in the library. Fly and I were in the Leroy Street local library, where I had come to look for whatever was new in children's fantasy. Mrs. Aurora was tall and thin, and always wore a starched blue sari, every fold pressed to perfection. But her eyes. Those are really what made all of us quiver in our Bata shoes. They were a piercing black, and when she got angry, her pupils crackled ...
A Guac to Remember
“So,” Thomas smiled as the waiter left. “Introductions are done, what’s next?”Kasey contemplated her answer. Thomas was a decent-looking guy; early 30s, fashionable hair, clothes that were just this side of pretentious. He hadn’t tried too hard to make her laugh yet but he had energy when he talked. And he had flirted just enough with the waitress to ensure good service but not put a damper on the date. She figured her usual first date line would work. “Well, I guess we should tell each other what we like and don’t like.”The way Thomas’ eyes bulged, one might have thought Kasey had suggested ...
Post, Texas
Murph parked two blocks from the hotel and sat watching the street, gauging people’s faces in the fading light. Dusk had turned Post, Texas the color of rust. The occasional cowboy gave his truck a glance, but otherwise, no one paid him any mind. Murph figured he might just be safe.He swallowed what felt like a rock and popped open his door. The dome light flashed on, illuminating the satchel on the passenger seat. It was dented and dusty, the subject of many close-calls. Murph grinned, thinking the same could be said of himself.He stuck one foot out the door and ground his boot heel into the ...