Ride the Waves_~Not everything is meant to be known...~_Raya Bones_Reputation is Everything
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Ride the Waves
I hear the lights flicker off and the door shut. I count to one hundred and then slowly sit up. My bed creaks, and I freeze for a second. Then I continue to get up and tip-toe over to my window. I slowly open it while attempting to be as quiet as possible. I push the screen out and take a deep breath. I step out the window onto the roof. I get out and climb up to the top of my house, and lay down. For a moment, I close my eyes. I feel the breeze and take a deep breath to smell the salty air. I hear the waves crashing against the shore. I open my eyes and look up at the night sky. A clear sky ...
~Not everything is meant to be known...~
Hi, I am Elvira Glisson. I am an english professor at the Skylite University and I've been working there for the past 3years. Due to the winter vacations, it's closed now. I wasn't really having anything to do during this vacation so I was planning to go out on a holiday. But things turned up to be quiet unexpected in both good and bad way. This event will be undoubtedly an immemorable one for the rest of my life.It was a Tuesday Morning. I was in the garage planning to take my car for cleaning. I took out my car keys from my coat pocket and was about to unlock the door when suddenly a sound m...
Raya Bones
A woman walked into the dimly lit bar, her eyes scanning the room for a place to sit. She was tall and striking, with bleached blonde hair that fell in loose waves down her back. As she approached the bar, the bartender looked up, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before hwww.onedoor.cce spoke."What can I get you?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.The woman paused for a moment, her eyes scanning the shelves behind the bar. "Scotch," she said finally. "Neat." The bartender poured her a generous measure of the amber liquid, sliding the glass across the bar towards her. She took a sip, savoring the sm...
Reputation is Everything
Winston’s phone alarm blares at him from the bedside table, where it had been peacefully resting. He rubs the little bit of sleep that he was able to get from his eyelids, the nightmares slowly receding back into the darkness of his subconscious for another day. The usual existential dread takes its place next to his self doubt, and he rolls out of bed. Dad’s picture stares at him unsympathetically from the dresser as Winston stares at his mostly empty underwear drawer. “Reputation is everything. Make yours a good one.” The words bounce around his head. Winston lets out a sigh in an attempt t...