The Town Drunk Becomes A Hero_Break of the day_By the sea shore_The Inhale
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The Town Drunk Becomes A Hero
My name is Douglas Merit, and I am thirteen years old. Everyone in town has nicknamed me "Dennis" after the television and comic book star "Dennis the Menace," which I haven't a clue as to why. You see, all I ever did was dig up our next door neighbor, Mrs. Tuttles geraniums, shoot at Mr. Scott's wienie dog through his fence with my slingshot, and someone claims I pulled the school fire alarm, darn camera. I live in a small town where everybody knows everybody. Let me say it like this, we have one grocery store, one gas station, one volunteer fire department, oh, and lastly our town drunk Mr. ...
Break of the day
Alia and zain are married on the day of the marriage the priest shows them the stars in the sky when the sunsets and the moon rises. The biological parents are dead for both of them raised siblings of mother side with love affection . The alia is a cute talkative and attractive girl and allowance for sister will come for dowry they want to sell the house for the bridegroom jobs so she wants to speak with the person why they asked for money for his job so she leaves before marriage promises to come back soon but she fails . The sun will be rising she will be locked in the room by the owner of t...
By the sea shore
It was 6 am. Just like any other day I was running with earphones plugged in along the sea shore. It was quiet and silent, away from the busy crowd, hustle that we live in. There's never ever been a day in the past when I haven't seen the sun rising. Everyday I come here, I can feel the soothing whisper of waves that hits the shores politely.For the past few days I have been observing a boy who too comes here, mostly for walks I assume but only on Fridays and Sundays. He makes me curious.I wonder if he has ever even noticed me by the sea as I come here like every morning. This thought keeps wa...
The Inhale
We were on our way to get my things when a man in a bright neon yellow hooded sweatshirt wavewww.onedoor.ccd my former roommate down. The two of us paused at the street crossing to allow his approach, my roommate beginning a conversation even with the unlikelihood of the man hearing it, while my eyes crept upward to the row of houses before us. The damage really didn’t look so bad, at least not from here. Not as bad as one figured it would be, having watched news coverage of the height of the blaze when the tendril flames were at their strongest, leaping from house to house, robbing the structures of their...