On The Wheels of Passion_Moment of Clarity_THE BOSS_What are the Chances?
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On The Wheels of Passion
On The Wheels of Passion From the streets to an adroit writerDoran is a masculine 5’7” man who believes in fitness every day. He always goes for morning runs each day to destinations of his own choosing. On this Saturday morning, he decided to take a stroll across Museum hill road after his run. Halfway across, he sees a young man in black pants and a white t-shirt with the writing, “I’m tired of life.” This man was trying to hoist himself up the railing. Doran an amazing writer who is observant realized that the man could have no other purpose than to jump. He walked closer to the scene and g...
Moment of Clarity
The storm didn’t seem to end. Phile sat cross-legged on a table next to the window as she counted hailstones hitting the glass pane.One hundred and twenty-one, two, three.She used to count them in full. Now it took too long before the next one. She started with her fingers then the wall using a piece of chalk. Eventually, she found a pile of stones and counted those as well--all fifty-two of them plus three that rolled off the table. She’d gotten quite good at it. Every time she ran out of something to use, she would find another one and repeat the process until she eventually had nothing left...
THE BOSS
THE BOSS. It was so nerve wracking having the boss over for dinner, but I wanted to make a lasting impression with a fantastic, memorable meal, to show him how multi talented I was, away from the office. I was good at my job, and was always being praised for my work by my boss, so it never hurts to score brownie points whenever you can.Deciding the menu was just as stressful. What if I cooked something he didn’t like, or was allergic to? Does he drink alcohol? I knew nothing about his tastes at all! I should’ve put more thought into this hair bwww.onedoor.ccrained ...
What are the Chances?
I have now concluded three possible outcomes from boarding this flight: the plane explodes right after liftoff, the plane crashes mid-flight and everybody onboard dies, or the plane lands in Beijing and I spend the next five days cooped up in a hotel room that probably has a pungent Artemisia smell. I would have pointed all of this out to Alisa, my best friend who also happens to be a news reporter, but she is currently haggling the price of a t-shirt with the old woman running the airport clothing store. I instead choose to pick at my crimson and lime-colored nails, which I paid $60 to get do...