Waiting For The Right Moment_Month by Month_War Made Them Bleed_We're going to Spain! Or are we?
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Waiting For The Right Moment
He arrived on the platform with time to spare, patting his pocket twww.onedoor.cco make sure that the little box was still there. As he climbed aboard the train and made his way to a vacant seat, his mind returned to the heady moment when he’d decided to ask Violet to marry him. He’d felt giddy enough to want to blurt out his secret there and then, but a proposal needed to be perfect and so he’d resolved to do things properly: buy a ring, find a romantic little picnic spot, then go down on one knee and ask the most important question of his life.The carriage was filling up now with the last few passengers....
Month by Month
Month OneRonan looked at the slip of paper in his hand, then up at the cafe, then back to the bit of paper. The letters all matched up, so there was no avoiding it. This was the place, and the time. All he had to do was walk in.Or he could walk away. No-one knew he was here, so no-one would know if he just left. He didn’t have to do this. That was what shops were for, as he always said.With a sigh Ronan headed inside, the clipping clutched in his hand like a safety blanket. It was old-fashioned he knew, checking out groups in the local newsletter, but he was hoping that being old-fashioned abo...
War Made Them Bleed
The overwhelming sound of chaos enveloped them every day; gunfire rained in all directions while artillery thundered in the distance. The greedy Anchormen were in a constant game of tug of war that never ceased. Their strong pulls lengthened the game, but burned everyone in between. Their teammates were disposable to them and their cries of pain met deaf ears.The fighting built and built over time; the two soldiers expected everything to end in an explosive triumph, but only darkness and silence waited for them. That day was an especially gruesome and brutal fight; the sound of powerful weapon...
We're going to Spain! Or are we?
Dear Diary, FridayToday we had boring school again. But guess what!!!! Mum just told us that we were planning to visit Aunt Lynn in Spain! The last time since I saw Aunt Lynn was when I was seven. Nine years had already passed, and long before I had turned true sixteen. My sweet sixteen billowed away gently and Aunt Lynn hadn't come to it. As a pang of disappointment and hurt hit me, I realized that she wouldn't come for my sweet sixteen. "When are we going to Spain?" I ask excitedly. Mum is washing the dishes when she smiles."Next week. I can't hardly wait. It's been so long s...