Rewind Please_Will's dream_"I really don't even remember how we became friends."_
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Rewind Please
Misty air hits my face as I make my exit from my favorite pub. I deeply inhale my Pall-Mall and a cloud surrounds my already foggy head. Slowly I stagger to my car and plop against the drivers side to dig out my keys.I finally find the keyhole to my beat up Honda and hear the click as she allows me to fall inside. Boom! Damn, sorry girl didn't mean to slam ya. Whew what a night. Racked up in that dart tourneywww.onedoor.cc I proudly tell myself. Off to pick up my daughter. We hafta go to school and work after all. Or maybe we can skip today and get breakfast. I'll decide later.A sprint of cologne and two p...
Will's dream
Will was trying to listen, how the discussion downstairs was going on. He knew that the consequences of the decision he made were far reaching and would impact not only him but his family as well. Will had decided to let go of his longtime family business and had decided to become a physicist . It was a shoe factory business established by father(James) of his great grandfather(Anthony).James was a shoe cobbler, who owned a little shop in the city where he used to work whenever he could get some time out of his primary occupation of farming. He later saw the potential in the shoe-making busine...
"I really don't even remember how we became friends."
“You can’t be serious,” Karma stated, looking up from her sketchbook. Her exasperated expression was twisted with irritation, they had been discussing all day. Going back and forth between ideas for what they should do with the next two days. They were located at Karmas parent’s house, with little freedom and an itch to do something. They had been left to their own devices in the middle of nowhere Texas, and they only had a couple of days left. Zoey had to head back to Florida for school, and the girls weren’t excited to part. Finally, Zoey had suggested the idea of a road trip, and Karma was...
Taste of Fortune
The sun was just beginning to peak over the mountains as Qi Hua placed the cartons on the countertop. She sighed as the tension in her arms subsided.It had been like this for seven months now. Wake up at four, buy eggs from the farm across the village, and return to the bakery just as the clock strikes five. Then mix the ingredients to form batter, spoon the batter into circles, and place them in the oven to bake. By this time, Zheng Yu would be up and slicing edible paper into strips, each with a message printed in edible ink. After fifteen minutes, he would be done, and Qi Hua would take the...