Reaching for Them_A Window To Hope.Or Oblivion..._The Visitor_The School Sports Day, a memoire......
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Reaching for Them
And eventually, he found them.“No…” Gill gasped. He slipped off Pearl, anger raging within him as he took in the scene. He’d overheard Heral and her friends discussingwww.onedoor.cc this ‘ride’ a dozen times, but he didn’t think they would be so foolish to actually follow through with it.Gill stalked towards his elder sister, “What are you doing?” he hissed.Heral jumped at his sudden appearance and quickly passed Sartha her saddle, “Gilly? What are you doing here?”“What are you doing?” he repeated.She stammered, “Oh -…nothing. Not doing… anything…”He twitched an eye at the daftness of her words, “Heral. Why...
A Window To Hope.Or Oblivion...
The stars were blinking in and out of the inky void of a sky. That was the first sign that something was abnormal. The dazzling specks of light were there, gone, then back again. For a moment, Garrett Thompson invited the thought that his last fight with that Brute gave him a concussion, but that thought was quickly put to the side, however, as though the small window, a whispering draft of cool wind crept into his nose, carrying pine and wet grass. Garrett relaxed as the familiar scent reminded him of simpler times. Times when he’d sit on the grass in a kid-less park and read the newest issu...
The Visitor
Hello, my name is David. We had a strange visitor this week. His name is Jeff. There is something about him that is mysterious. He also has this aura around him. He sometimes appears out of thin air! No one knows his real name. Let’s start the story. On a sticky and rainy day, a volcano erupted at Mystery Village. Volcano ashes spread all over the village and people ran. But then, the volcano and the ash clouds disappeared! Then came lightning followed by a deafening voice, “People of the Mystery Village, I cannot tell you who I am. But I am from a long time ago and I will be coming down to yo...
The School Sports Day, a memoire........
A sad but true account written in memory of lost friends.............The date is imprinted on my mind, 14th July 1972、 It was a Friday, it was a warm sunny day, but the worst thing about such a fine sunny day was that it was going to be ruined. Why, because it was the school sports day.I hated school sports day because I am not the type of person who likes to be at the forefront of attention and as I was to take part in the event, for me it was a day of dread!The day began by having to attend school at eight thirty, taking with you your sports kit in preparation for the event or events that yo...