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Like Family- Like Children
It all started the evening Veronica returned to her high-class penthouse. "Andre, please carry my Chanel shoes and the other bags into my room," politely requested the only Walter daughter. "Sure, Miss Veronica!" Veronica was a classy girl back from New Jersey who had just settled in her parent's hometown, Waretown. It was a small, constrained town known to be innocent but had hidden mysteries to never be told.Veronica, a protective, young black-haired and black-eyed girl was always in a mood of partying. She had just come back from shopping and dinner with her best friend, Natalie. Well, well...
BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS
“Are you ready yet?”“Won’t be long.”Sally picked up the dog lead, her coat and placed her walking boots by the door. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening for movement. There was none. No good calling out again or shouting as this always had the opposite effect. She decided to wash the breakfast dishes.The dog sat by the front door in anticipation. Sally stroked her and told her it wouldn’t be that long before they were off on their early morning walk.Sally had bounced out of bed and looked out the window at the morning mist. Perfect weather for a walk. She loved the days when the s...
5 Minutes Past
Those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Soyeon would try one more time. She stepped into the library, stretching her arms behind her, ready for another attempt. She’d get it this time for sure. Without a doubt. Everything down to the second had been memorized, and she wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.Soyeon checked the notes on her phone, then approached the table where Ji-soo studied. He didn’t know her…yet. She knew him many times over. He r...
The Room that Kept me from Home
I've been through a lot in my life but nothing beats the pressure of a waiting room. The waiting room is torture, a place where everyone is probably suffering, I like to call it; a place where its not all about me. Its just something about beingwww.onedoor.cc stuffed in that room with everyone that makes everyone question survival. During my life time I've come here many times actually too many times for comfort. I've seen tears, I've seen blood, I've seen big bellies. Ever since I was young my mother has been terribly sick and not having someone else to take care of me I had to accompany her to the hospita...