Cottage and Tea_Coming Home_The Unseen Suzanne_DISILLUSIONED
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Cottage and Tea
Cottage and Tea Clementine Hopkins is a 32-year-old Human Resources Director who is somewhat introverted. Although Clementine lives in the present, she is captivated by The Victorian Era. She loves the clothing, vocabulary, furniture, old books, right down to the mannerisms. Her love for Victorian style, vintage, and antique things are unquestionable. Clementine is particularly interested in The Victorian Era, the period that matches the reign of England’s Queen Victoria from 1837-1901、 Now that Clementine has started to seek out American Victorian Style Homes dating back to around 1840-1900...
Coming Home
For some reason I had decided to keep in contact with the girl from my high school who had been my nerd accomplice trying to create the remedy for becoming invisible. Since those day that we had managed to keep an A average and had planned to become script writing partners to score an Oscar while also being two of the thinnest people to manage to stay grounded in a wind storm and manage to be invisible most times except when it was really necessary, we had managedwww.onedoor.cc to grow enough to remember the need to sidestep for survival. Sinead and I had opposite views of returning to that place that haunt...
The Unseen Suzanne
Suzanne was awakened by the 6:00 a.m. rumbling trash truck banging it’s gigantic refuse bin which was already filled with its obnoxious odors. The driver was uncaring and oblivious of the semi-sleeping occupants of the condo apartments looking over those lonely parking spaces. Wide open spaces with nothing to protect the property parked there from the untrained drivers, the senior moment tenants, or the refuse company’s non-responsibility clauses. The cracked foundation walls held the memories of those past displays of other driver’s ineptness.All the noise and the aromas did not put her into ...
DISILLUSIONED
He plunged in. It was warmer than the atmosphere surrounding it. After laps and laps of swimming he got out, shook himself like a rabid dog on a rainy day and wore his torn shorts. After all a towel was not a necessity in skinny dipping. He walked slowly towards the shanty looking flats. The building was almost expiring. Mosses and funny looking weeds had surrounded the walls and even some of the windows. "Come in." Said a sleepy voice after his numerous knocks. He entered the office. The inside looked better than the outside. "So how can I help you?" "I am thinking of killing someone," he ...