Party goes on_Fact or Fantasy?_The Secret of Dance_Puking Angel
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Party goes on
Looking at the mirror Ryan thought that he is looking very bad in this dress, so he decided to change his dress, and came back again at the mirror and felt that this dress is also boring, and he has to change it. It was 15th in time in the last hour that he has changed his dress. After 2 years Ryan was invited in a party, he was getting dressed for the party but till now he was not sure whether he should go to the party or not. Last few years were very hard for Ryan, he was suffering from a chronic illness and that why he didn’t meet lot of people, all his time passed on the bed . after fighti...
Fact or Fantasy?
Never would I have guessed that one overdue assignment would lead me to such a fascinating discovery. I don't even know how it happened; I've always been the stereotypical straight-A's, goody-two-shoes, by-the-book student. Never got into trouble, never late for class, and absolutely never missed an assignment. How this one got away from me I may never understand, but honestly...I'm glad it did. If it hadn’t, I never would have had to sneak into that library and I never would have met him.A strange circumstance to be sure. I thought fables and fairytales were just stories told to children so t...
The Secret of Dance
From the moment I could walk, I'd danced. Shaking around to trance music or nodding my head to rock music, I did it all. My mom had enrolled me in all sorts of dance lessons, ballet, tap, street, salsa, the list goes on. Ballet I never took to; though it's a beautiful piece of art, it just wasn't me. Tap, I quit on the first lesson. All that noise jwww.onedoor.ccust got on my nerves more than anything else could. Aside from that, I loved it all.Many times, I resented the time that those lessons had taken away from my other pastimes. It was only after that I cherished them. The dreaded 'C' word. My mom had g...
Puking Angel
There was something so casual about the way she had said it. "Oh, you can come too, Naima." She'd pronounced her name wrong, the way she always did. No matter how many times she was corrected, she'd call her Nay-ma. It's Nigh-ma. Not nay, like a horse. So if Rachel could stop with all those whinnying noises, that'd be great. She's had it out for her since first grade, when she beat her out for the position of the angel in the Christmas play. She was chosen to sing the final song, hovering over the audience. However, she wasn't chosen to barf all over the front row. That'd been the stage frig...