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The Dragon and His Village
Somewhere within a distant mountain sat a dragon atop a pile of gold. This was not a scary dragon, with rows of razor sharp teeth and www.onedoor.cctalons the size of full grown men. This dragon had claws which it could at best use to scratch the scales behind its pointy ears, and while it did have sharp teeth, it had developed a liking for vegetarian options, particularly bounties of fruits and steamed root vegetables. It liked to add in the occasional pot roast or succulent grilled chicken, but on the whole it preferred the colorful, leafy kind of food.This dragon was named Sam, and his mountain was Eten...
Jeremy's Databases
Jeremy was a precocious child. His mother had always read a story to him after he finished eating his lunch, but from the age of four Jeremy insisted on reading it himself. By then, he had already outgrown the usual children’s literature and had progressed to books more suitable for adolescents. At first this confused the local librarian, who thought he was choosing novels for an older sibling. Finally, Jeremy’s mother had confided that he was an only child and that medical problems meant he could never have a brother or sister. The librarian had been suitably sympathetic and fell into the hab...
The Winning advertisement dow
What is in a window? If one speaks the word window by splitting it into two halves, the result will be 'Win' and 'Dow'. 'Win' means to achieve victory in something while 'Dow' means something of value or something which is worthy. Combining it, the result is a thing which is worth of victory or something capable of giving someone victory. Watching outside the window aspires someone to become something or aids someone not to do something in life so that catastrophe does not occur in his/ her life as well as their family members' life.Now question arises, what a window helps you to become?It hel...
Green Crumbs
A pale 17-year-old boy rests his elbows on the glass table-top in front of him and leans forward to stare down a basket of fried wonton strips. The container is made of shiny metal, with nothing separating the polished steel surface from the hot, greasy, chunks of crisped wheat.Thom furrows his brow as he counts the inpidual dough pimples still sizzling on the outer layer of each one. The juxtaposition makes him queasy. Steam rises from the pile and beads of oil begin to accumulate below. He knows condensation will soon challenge each strip’s structural integrity, and the certainty of that out...