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Jack
John’s life changed the day there was a knock on his kitchen window.John was a spiteful, bitter man. He felt the world owed him something, and yet his job - his livelihood - had been cruelly snatched away from him. Angry that he had been denied the opportunities open to others, John hated the world, and the world hated him, as he hated himself. While others were blessed with success, he was cursed with misfortune. His dear mother, an angel, the one beacon of light and hope in his dark childhood, was dead, and his father - his father, who knows where the hell he was anyway! He hadn’t seen him s...
The Prom Queen
Keefe grumbled as he slid into his seat beside his best friends, Fitz Vacker and Dex Dizznee. He was pissed off and was having a pretty mediocre day until a few minutes ago. « So what are you gonna do now? » Fitz askedKeefe and Fitz didn’t exactly have the best friendship. It wasn’t the kind you’d see in the movies. Some would call it a toxic friendship, but he’d learned to live with it after years of being told who his friends should be. See, Fitz was who was considered to be in his ‘type of people’ : snobby, rich and selfish.Dex, on the other hand, was one of the few exceptions of their scho...
Like Mother, Like Daughter
As I shaped the dough of the sticky white bread held in my hands, I thought about how much it reflected my grief. My pain and loss clung to me like that sticky dough not letting me go. Our family was so happy together, and now I’m realizing that I took it for granite at times. I never really understood how blessed I was with my family, until the day my husband Aaron died.Our whole lives, we had food on our table, my sons got married to nice women, and Aaron and I were warmly welcomed by our neighbors like family. Life just seemed like it couldn’t get any better... until the day my husband caug...
Harmony and Discord
Alexander Blackwell first saw the young Martiniquais Jazz singer Larissa Paris at one of her concerts in December 2007, and had taken pictures of her as she sang and played the piano, they had made acquaintance, and Alex took her phone number. He’s workewww.onedoor.ccd on a portrait of her without her knowledge, and now two months later he’s happy with it.Alex has an exposition for the month of March at the gallery Communic’Art, 18 rue de Gergovie in the 14th District. He wants to exhibit Larissa’s portrait with his other paintings, and calls her to talk about his plans. He says that he’ll give her the pain...