Clara Belle PI_Bounty_SON OF THE ARABIAN SEA_Maybe One Day...
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Clara Belle PI
The stagecoach pulled up in a cloud of dust, the coachman reining in the steaming horses with an oath. He jumped down, spat, and opened the stagecoach door.“Ma’am,” he said, his moustaches quivering appreciatively. Clara Belle descended into the arid atmosphere of Gorey Creek, a dewy rose in a desert.A lady of some twenty-five summers, her glossy chestnut hair was swept into a knot at the nape of her neck. She lifted her skirt slightly as she climbed down, to reveal starched petticoats and buttoned boots.Clara waited as the driver swung down her trunk from the roof, her fine blue eyes surveyin...
Bounty
Nostalgia. Nostalgia. Who among us, boys, did not dream of a heroic profession in a distant childhood. Become an astronaut, a pilot, a football player? Other times, other manners. Most people choose a portfolio of bankers, financiers, managers, at the worst, officials or politicians. Yes. But someone, admit it, dreamed of being a pirate, huh? To step, so to speak, on a pirate path, to lift "Merry Roger," to shoot from cannons of the main calibre on a royal flagman ... Pistols and machetes - ready? Surrender your vessel, or you're going to die. Forward! Come on, aboard! (abordagewww.onedoor.cc – French.) Pia...
SON OF THE ARABIAN SEA
When Tabassum had seen his mother and father for the last time and upped his one hand above his head, he pointed to the sky with his hand that meant he was surrendering himself to God, sitting above, Now, it is God's will whether he kills or saves.When Tabassum was falling towards the sea, his face was towards the sky; He could see his mother "Bano" holding her hand in the air as she wanted to pull him up, He could see his father "Saleem" who held Bano in his hands as guarding against falling afterward Tabasum. Although, the scene was of short duration as it disappeared out of sight after fel...
Maybe One Day...
It was her pale lips that curled into a raisin that made Garrett fall to his chair and sink his head into his book. It was too late by then. He could feel her menacing presence loom closer and closer until she was staring down at the two children, her blue eyes, staring icicles into Garrett. He darted his eyes up for a millisecond, giving her the moment she was waiting for. “Finals, Mr. Thompson. You do remember those yes?” the librarian, her name, a fleeing mist in Garrett’s mind, as he replied back to her. “Oh I can't forget, Mrs…?”The librarian wouldn't budge. “So you fully acknowledge that...