EL UNO DE ORO-THE GOLDEN ONE...What life took from me!_Full Moon Session_THE BAD BOYS_Make My Day
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EL UNO DE ORO-THE GOLDEN ONE...What life took from me!
It was on Thursday, 21st August 1975 when our story began…in general!In ‘La Salpar Paraíso’ Hotel room 58, were two arguing ladies…who were actually biological sisters...namely, Señoritas Victoria Carina and Carmela; the Hernández. “I beg you, for our blood…tell me where you are going, sister, please!?...for the Love of God…” begging an innocent-like young sister, Carmela. Victoria suddenly shouted and slapped at her…selfishly and in a villainy way, “CAN’T YOU LEAVE FOR A SECOND, YOU EVIL-STRIKER? What I am supposed to do…is none of your concerns, you little brad! You should be there to obey, ...
Full Moon Session
The gate crewww.onedoor.ccaked under the weight of the snow against it as Nick pushed it open. The night air was crisp and clean from the ordinary scent of dead flowers that people often left here in remembrance. It snowed almost a foot the day before, but tonight the sky was clear, full moon shining, with plenty of light to see. The only shadows cast by the gravestones in long strips parallel to the path and stairs that wound its way through the graveyard. Nick and his friend Kevin loved to Snowboard and Ski. They took great delight in certain spots that intrigued the imagination with handrails to grind a...
THE BAD BOYS
“Will Ben Chemote please step forward?” They pronounced my name wrong, I think as I step forward. Stay calm Ben, stay calm. I glance at my hand to double check that it’s not shaking. You may feel scared on the inside, Ben, but on the outside you are as cool as a cheesecake. You got this. I step through the door and close it behind me. “Welcome to the first season of The Bad Boys, Ben! First of all, I want to congratulate you on getting in!” “Thank you!” Nailed it. “Gosh, I haven’t even introduced myself! My bad! I’m Rutherford, your host this season! Hopefully you won’t be seeing me much beca...
Make My Day
On a crowded platform, Lester Philips stuffed the last bites of breakfast into his mouth and watched the late running train pull in.He squeezed into a tightly packed carriage and held onto a hanging strap. Most of the passengers were looking down at their hand held screens and wouldn’t notice the crumbs of toast stuck to the corners of his mouth.The train lurched forward causing his face to disappear into the armpit of a large passenger. He recoiled and winced as his nostrils filled with the odour of someone in desperate need of a shower. At the third stop he disembarked and shouldered his way...