The happiest day_Finding the Never Father Figure_The Harmonies of Fatality_White desert
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The happiest day
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives but it wasn't. She had already planned for the wedding dress the one she had dreamt of wearing. If it wasn't for that stupid call; she received two hours before her wedding day, then she would have been married to the prince of her dreams. Her hands were frozen and her ears denied to listen whatever the person on the other line said. Her eyes were already dripping wet with tears. The word's rang in her ears loudly and clear enough for her heart to bleed. Happy life with Sam is what Nancy desired for. Together with him she could live anywh...
Finding the Never Father Figure
Even now, looking through the assortment of baked goods set out across the living room, I breathe in the heavenly smell, its mesmerizing aroma hypnotizing me for a minute. My long flowing burgundy sequin dress flows after me as I fix the roses in the vase below the family portrait. Mwww.onedoor.ccy mother is before the fireplace, her once bright blue eyes now a dull grey, the empty voids staring blankly at the fire. The effects of Alzheimer’s clear on my mother’s features. She would have taken a bite at the chocolate-filled croissants and stuffed a jam bagel in the pocket of her flour-covered apron but her ...
The Harmonies of Fatality
A Lutist heard screaming in the streets over the violent and raucous noises of the tavern. Yet another fight had broken out. But this came as no surprise to the Lutist who gently plucked out a mellow tune. It was a song for only her ears; no-one else cared to listen.There were, of course, genuinely good people who visited the sad little casino. The Friar would come for fellowship, while the peasants would come for a desperately needed laugh. But by nightfall, they would vanish, but the tavern would not go quiet. The slums would come to fight over a drink.One knife.Two competitors.No such thin...
White desert
We had been driving for hours. The blue skies clashed with the the white, flat landscape. The further we drove, the emptier it seemed.- Well, this isn't good, - I said, looking at the sun setting for the final time in many, many days. The wind was getting colder, signaling that the Polar night was about to set in. I glanced sideways to my companion, who had the same look of quiet desperation and helplessness that I had. There was no way we could get through the night without shelter. While during the day it was quite warm, at nighttime the temperature could drop severely, now even to -50* Cels...