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Somebody's home
He started acting suspicious a few weeks after the wedding. Friday nights were never spent at home. He told everyone he was sleeping alone. Too many job parties. A friend in common is all that it took. She found out the truth within a month. Her parents begged her not to say a word until the guilt was split from his own lips, until he regretted it all. But that never happened. So she remained in silence, not because she was forgiving, but because there was simply nothing to be said anymore. Because love was not even there anymore. For a year they lived in the same house without kissing each ot...
The cyclone cycle
I was watering the plants, as it was a sunny day in chamoli ,while waiting for my kids to arrive .The weather was really beautiful .Being a single parent and getting time for yourself is really a big deal and even that with two kids !? ugh, I can not even explain ,but I am lucky that my son helps me in this .some times he just says that ,"mom! relax it's your day of .today you are just you ,today you are just sona and I am not your son nor mehek's elder brother today I am her mom and dad. " for this I am really thankful to God and my late husband .As he gave Rohit really good sacraments.he cou...
A Troubled Invention (Part 2)
Title: A Troubled Invention (Part 2) Author: HaripriyaAuthors Note: Hello everyone! Hello everyone! I hope you're all having a happy Monday! Just a quick note, this story is part 2 of the story I wrote yesterday. So if you have not read yesterday's story, I suggest you start with that one and then read this one. If you have already read yesterday's story, you're right on track! I hope you enjoy the second part as much as you liked the first one!Under the dome, everyone was doing fine. Ok, maybe not everyone since that is a bit of a stretch. Except for Warring and Harris, everyone else was havi...
The Celestial Phenomenon Over Nuremberg
Peter had always considered himself rather worldly and experienced for his age, on account of the fact that in his little lifetime he and his parents had lived in many cities, in many countries all across Europe. But never, in his thirteen years had he seen anything quite like this. Having arrived in Nuremberg last winter, he had considered it not nearly as pretty as Florence and only half as exciting as Paris. And though he was charmed by the buildings and the people, he had not really grown any special attachment to the place. It was certainly not where he wanted to die. And yet, thatwww.onedoor.cc morni...