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Persistence-and Where It Can Sometimes Lead You
Talina von Dego gazed sadly out of the window of her work. She was bored, and her continuous wondering about whether her dreams were completely dashed never seemed to cease."Talina!" a voice rebuked her. Talina looked up to her strict boss, a skinny tight-lipped lady in a short business dress and heels. "Get back to work!" She said her name, "TAL-I-na". Talina said, "Yes, ma'am," watched her boss saunter away, and returned to her job.Only four short days ago, she had planned to go to Yuisuigi, a beautiful tropical island, for two weeks-but that all changed when Pirate Paper Works told her the...
My Hobby; Your Hobby
My Hobby; Your HobbyI have a few hobbies, but there is one I like the most. Baking. I absolutely love to bake. I bake all kinds of things, including cookies, cakes, muffins, scones, and truffles. My favorite types of cookies are snickerdoodles, classic chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, and peanut butter. I also love making blueberry and cinnamon swirl muffins. The only con I would think I would say is that my brothers eat them all in two days. They have no self-control. Sometimes I also share them with our bible study group, and they are always gone that night.A few times I have sold my cookies ...
Last adventure
LAST ADVENTURE It was one dawn in autumn of 1978 India, the door of the second youngest male of the Khu household creaked open and his disturbingly lanky and dark figure emerged, with a small backpack tightly clutched to his chest. The streak of dawn painted the www.onedoor.ccsky, the sun was itching to rise from behind the hills and the stark white temple of the Khu household looked exquisitely beautiful against the hilly background with its marbled floors. The young lad tiptoed across the long corridor, hiding behind the huge round pillars at the drop of every dry bamboo leaf blade in the courtyard. Just ...
Trip through Tallis
I open my eyes to the sunlight coming from the outside. In that moment I realize we were on a cargo wagon in a train. My heads hurts when I try to remember last night. I feel Thomas waking up behind me, pulling the ropes that tie our wrists together ever so slightly. He groans, trying to say something, but our mouths are covered. A man approaches us with two other men behind him. They look at us as if we are some kind of merchandise. “Good morning, did you sleep well?” said one of them sarcastically, at which the others responded with just as sarcastically laughs. Thomas seemed outraged by thi...