A journey at 2050_Pumpkin Coffee at Madame Toffee's_The horror that is my life_The things we kee
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A journey at 2050
A trip at 2050 The present world is not affordable. Not so adorable. So many difficulties, making life a living hell. Just want to move from here to some outstanding places. Yeah, a most fantabulous journey for me to go to in future at the time table 2050. The world with full of all facilities. The rising of extra ordinary technological era . The stagnant of time here at present but moving to future within a blink of eye. Tony , a handsome guy, feels so upset leading life in this existence time. He is a scientist. He thinks, it’s time to move for sth better, where no restrictions, time corrup...
Pumpkin Coffee at Madame Toffee's
New pumpkin flavors through October, the sign outside read. Next to an image of a woman in a witchy Halloween costume sipping a latte out of a tiny orange pumpkin. The little shop- decorated with autumnal squalor year-round- had a line of patrons out the door and down the sidewalk to try the new flavor while Madame Toffee tended to customers with a handful of employees.The older woman wore her usual attire of some gypsy-pagan cross with rings and necklaces displaying different old-religion symbols. I was more a fan of tea brewed by myself than coffee from a shop so I wasn’t a usuawww.onedoor.ccl customer o...
The horror that is my life
I was totally confused but mind you not the type of confusion that you feel when you are trying to choose what cloth to wear or what shoe to wear that will go with your cloth but the type of confusion that if care is not taken, you will go straight to a panic attack coupled with tears and when I mean tears I mean lots of tears that will leave you with a runny nose, red eye and a massive headache. Now that we have established the fact that I'm terribly confused,let's talk about why I'm confused but before that i will like to introduce myself. My name is Heather and I'm 63 years old, I've also b...
The things we keep inside.
Joe strode confidently into the hotel lobby, his strut completely belying the fact he was more than a little shitting himself. “Reunion?” he asked at the reception desk, and the busy receptionist didn’t look up as she pointed towards the elaborate ivory doors to her right. “Through there and follow the corridor around. You can’t miss it.” She glanced up and gave a hint of a smile, flashing Joe a look that said no more questions. He didn’t need telling twice, he thanked the lady and made his way through the doors. Joe could hear the party before he could see it, and as he strode down the corri...