Clintwood_You Do As I Say_My successful exam!_“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate” - Co
Catalog Guide:
Clintwood
"You wanna do something fun?" I shook my head and replied with "Nah, there's never anything fun to do here anyway." My best friend, Klara, snatched my phone out of my hands and turned it off. "Come on! We don't get out anymore, and I read that there was a new amusement park in town." I gave her a questionable look. "What amusement park? In this rural ass town? Is it an amusement park about corn?" We both burst into laughter as we lay sprawled on my bed. Klara sat up and pulled out her phone to pull out the email that was sentwww.onedoor.cc to her. "It's called Clintwood, and it has a bunch of those old-tim...
You Do As I Say
“Picture your reader,” was the pithy advice my editor gave me yesterday.Not sure he if meant literally, but I wasn’t going to embarrass myself and ask him to elaborate on it. I am imaginative – I can figure it out on my own.So, tonight, I found a comfortable position in my desk chair and closed my eyes. I got this. Imagining things was my day gig.Lots of faces flashed in my mind’s eye. From all continents. All skin tones, occupations, genders. Various degrees of intelligence and creativity.I singled out a guy sitting in an armchair, reading a book under a floor lamp. The walls of the room were...
My successful exam!
It is a lovely morning day, I wake up, brush my teeth, and dressed my uniform on. I go downstairs to have breakfast with my family. It's now 6、30 A.M. However, I suddenly remember that I got a really important exam at school at 7、00 A.M. It's a math exam, which I forgot to review some hard math problems that my teacher gave me yesterday. Yesterday, my teacher Ms.Laura mentioned about the exam that we would have today, she told us to do some advanced math for homework. Honestly, I am really bad at math. I often get the D- in class or if I am lucky, I'll get at least a C+. So I am really nervou...
“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate” - Cool Hand Luke
There was a strong smell of garlic seasoning and bread straight from the oven. Maya sat on a red waiting bench for her mysterious partner, who held the reservations. She’s tried blind dating before and swore that - despite liking to meet all the very nice people - it was not for her. Her friend talked her into one last date, a final hurrah. Being the paranoid person she is - she had arrived 15 minutes early. Maya still had ten more minutes to wait when a tall man walked in. He made eye contact and smiled. He wore a blue button-up shirt, one of the nicer things guys had worn on these dates, wh...