Tribal and Religious Sanitation_A SECOND CHANCE_3 Steps In Catching A Werewolf_Life in a Leaf
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Tribal and Religious Sanitation
Even during her time in junior secondary, she had seen them returning from the same meeting she don't want to be part of now as adult. She was wondering if those educated women among them for years couldn’t bring about the change, is she the one to do that?. No, the right thing remain to focus on her dreams and prayers and be strong in resisting the advances of the suitors and pressure from her parents and siblings. For years now, she have been able to do that and its getting intense nowadays. Bilya Muhammad don’t even wants to marry a moslem from any tribe for she have noticed the similariti...
A SECOND CHANCE
The storm had been fierce. All about trees both large and small lay upon the earth like fallen soldiers on a battlefield. All over the village itself leaves were thick upon the ground. Yet, the stone houses of the villagers were still standing intact. Every edifice of wood was blown to bits.Slowly the villagers emerged from their stone houses to greet the new day that had dawned revealing to them the changes wrought upon their corner of the world. Generations ago the Elders had shared a prophecy about just such a storm that would come one day to cleanse the world. That was when those who belie...
3 Steps In Catching A Werewolf
(#1、 PREPARE SUPPLIES)“In my dream, the road had been far more desolate.”The road was not even close to half-packed. Blue and black motorcycles whipped between the static cars, forming a bruise-like blur. Horns flared as people yelled at each other through windows, threatening violence as if they would dare stand from their seats. And, it was summer. There were many half-opened windows lead the way for the smell of gasoline and the disgusting ocean breeze.Amongst the chaos was a gorgeous silver SUV.Five people barely squished in. In the right backseawww.onedoor.cct, was a young lady with sunburnt limbs lik...
Life in a Leaf
Life in a LeafI’d always been too tall, that’s the short of it. My mother liked to joke about how it felt to deliver me: like trying to suck in a piece of spaghetti that just keeps on coming and coming and coming until you know you can’t swallow it all. Except in reverse, of course.All through school, I towered over all the girls and most of the boys. Jokes like “Gee, I’d love to ask you out, but I can’t shout loud enough up there to ask you” and “Has anyone seen Lucy’s face lately?” got old pretty quickly, and I took refuge in what most outcast-types usually do: silence, lots of reading, and ...