The mystery of the forgotten hobby_What is Happening?_Salt On the Air_Despair within a man
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The mystery of the forgotten hobby
One mysterious day a girl called Astrid had been doing some art in her very cluttered bedroom and suddenly… ‘ring’ ‘ring’, Astrid picks up her phone quickly and she hears her friend Clea on the other line.. “Hello Astrid, how have you been doing?” Asked Clea intrigued. “Hey! I’m doing fine! Is there anything you wanted?” I asked in curiosity. “Actually, yes.. I was wondering if you could help me out…?”Clea asked sympathetically. “Okay..” I continued. “So basically since the lockdown started I’ve been trying out new hobbies and well I feel like i have already tried all of them! I wish there ...
What is Happening?
The sky roared with sodden rain, crying huge teardrops of cold water. The ground was flooded with the immense amount of icy, chilling rainwater. It covered the houses and rushed past the roads rapidly. It smothered the windows and dripped like blood onto the damp ground. Draped across some cars were thick, grey bits of hail that resembled lifeless entities smothered all over the last living beauty of the world. Storms brewed on the emotionless horizon, promising nothing but winds to level even the mightiest of trees. Torrential rain poured down in icy sheets like needles upon my face. The wwww.onedoor.ccin...
Salt On the Air
*Authors note* This story is loosely based on the events of future President, lieutenant John F. Kennedy. Commanding officer of motor torpedo boat PT-109 during WWII.Salty seawater splashed his face as the boat crashed through the rough waters. The constant hum of the engine, like a swarm of mosquitos. The cool night air felt good after the sweltering heat of the day. Ken stared endlessly into the sheer black, curtain-like night. His legs compensating for the never-ending up and down, up and down movement of the boat. Their target? A Japanese cargo ship. Seven other 80 ft PT boats (Patrol, Tor...
Despair within a man
The travel agents doors opening for the final time today as Mark had stepped through the doors, the final agents had been seated, shivering as the cold environment had invaded the air inside. Mark had taken a seat down and proceeded to enquire about his trip down to Hawaii, booking tickets for the evening tomorrow. The deal was settled and what was to come no person could predict. As he stepped outside in shivering cold as the snow had drooped down dramatically and had increased as the wind had caused the space more difficult to see. Mark's confused steps had led him away from the footpath ont...