The Spirit Utopia_Into the Tide_The Secret of Molly-Anne Fingus_The Same Sky
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The Spirit Utopia
It was a brilliant day for Chris, the job he had been applying for three years had come to his doorstep in the form of an e-mail by the company’s director himself. ‘I’ll be a writer now!’ He exclaimed as he left his apartment and burst open the door of his red, not-so-ancient car. ‘I’ll write about all sorts of food, videogames … and especially that one - yeah, that one’s my favorite … I wish mom-dad were here and could see me.’ Chris’s mom and dad died last year in a car crash when they were on an energetic trip to see the giant ostriches in a forest. But Chris decided not to moan and work on...
Into the Tide
Into the Tide “Almost deadlier than the contagion is the fear it inspires.”The monsoons were the beginning of Outam’s problems; the guide told Roy who had arrived at Maluha a month before on a privately financed microbe hunt in the South Pacific. Praful Roy was a Professor of Microbiology at Calcutta Medical College and headed his own laboratory on Maniktala Road. “A plague afflicts the people of Outam, massih, such as we have never heard of before here in Maluha or on any of the other islands. This island is at a distance. Almost nobodwww.onedoor.ccy go there and the islanders, they not go out.” “Then how ...
The Secret of Molly-Anne Fingus
Molly-Anne was in the games room. She had been watching the raindrops run down the window for the past ten minutes, occasionally tracing it down with her finger, which made lines in the condensation. But now she was bored. She hopped off the armchair and stood on one leg, then pulled up her sock. Then she stood on the other leg and pulled her other sock up. ‘Lizzie, I’m so bored, let’s play a game!’ she whined. Lizzie was sitting on the floor doing a jigsaw, ‘I’m doing my puzzle Molly!’ Molly-Anne scrunched up her face. ‘Well, I shall go and see if Tommy wants to play instead then’. She said, ...
The Same Sky
“The waves’ll kill you.” Jules slashed into the dry log with his stone axe. “If not the waves then thirst. Or hunger.” Jules took a sliced piece of bark and tossed it to a basket on his left. “Rocks. There’s rocks everywhere out at sea.” Jules repeated the process several times. “And whatever else is down there, hiding in the water.” Jules' grip continued slipping as the sweat crawling down his arms cooled his warm muscles and stuck to his fingers. A day’s work underneath the palms had come to an end. Grabbing the basket, Jules trekked along the line separating white sand and green forest as...