Not a Bookstore Romance_WITHOUT MALICE_Family Affair_A Window's Awakening
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Not a Bookstore Romance
Not a Bookstore Romance He came because he wanted to check out the new exhibit. They came because they were exhausted, and knew she could recharge there. She came because she wanted the money, and to show her bosses she deserved a promotion. Phone in his pocket and a few free hours ahead of him, Everett crossed the concrete floor and walked over to the grey decal they put next to every art piece. “Untitled” by David Milner. He sighed. It was always untitled, and that frustrated him. He wanted to know what the artist was thinking, wanted a decision to have come from David Milner’s computer int...
WITHOUT MALICE
Satish and Sanjana, and their German Sheppard dog, Boxy, stayed in their villa on the outskirts of Indore. Satish was an ex-Wing Commander of the Indian Air Force who had taken voluntary retirement and was now engaged in a business of his own. Sanjana was a housewife. They were an amiable couple always willing to lend a helping hand for anybody in trouble. So when they saw they had a new neighbour, Sanjana and Satish trooped to their villa at about 8、00 a.m., the next day, and rang the bell. The door opened after a while and the lady of the house stood facing them. “Yes?” asked the lady, a t...
Family Affair
The day was sunny, the skies were blue and the sun was shining. It was the star of the day. Thewww.onedoor.cc land was green, with a well-manicured lawn. Rono attempted not to think whether it was carpet grass or naturally grown, it didn’t matter, it was a beautiful place. She had chosen a beautiful location. The lawn had wooden chairs. I don’t know what carpenters would call that type of wood, but it was beautiful. Rono immediately fell in love with the place. She had always seen it and the river that flowed by it, on her occasional days along the bypass road. She wondered why people had called it that, I ...
A Window's Awakening
Selena stared at the clock on her bedroom wall, using the flashlight of her phone as an assistive device. The clock’s hands, like a killer pointing their knife at their victim, indicated what time it was, affirming that she had been awake for the past three hours. 01:58am. The sleeping pills, which had been prescribed by her psychiatrist more than a week ago, had themselves proven to be ineffective as Selena assessed her very awoken state. The party across the street which was still going (and perhaps only really getting started then), had its music echoing almost in validation that she was no...