Hiking of the heart_Over My Dead Body_Love in the Darkness_The Maybe Monk
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Hiking of the heart
My childhood friend Lina always hiked alone. In rare times, when she mentioned her excursions, it seemed that she’s been on every hike known to man. She was a member of all available clubs and recreational stores and seemed to have a tan on her serious face even in the winter. She would show up on our doorstep unexpectedly, approximately every four-five months. Our kids would greet her with a loud shrill unceremoniously digging into her old backup which always hwww.onedoor.ccid new treasures.My daughter is a self-proclaimed tomboy so Lina always respected that and never brought her anything girlie. A piece ...
Over My Dead Body
Write a story in which the same line recurs three times. Over My Dead Body: The Rule of ThreeBoris Johnson has reiterated his promise that businesses in NI will enjoy unfettered access to GB after Brexit, declaring that “there will be no border down the Irish Sea – over my dead body”. (13、08、20)Tayto Crisps are one of the most popular and well know snacks in the North of Ireland—even Liam Neeson and Rory McIlroy are fans. You could almost say Tayto enjoys a regal status because the factory in which they were made was actually a castle. You can even get a tour of the castle and you will be gre...
Love in the Darkness
***Warning: Some adult content***The whisper of skin against silk, a quiet gasp, a soft sigh. I listened for what I couldn’t see. Darkness surrounded me. A familiar friend—one who visited me often. The one I looked forward to as the blackness covered me. The one whose silky touch was nothing but a figment of my imagination. Or so they said.Every day, I watched the clock tick the seconds away. I willed the sun to move faster across the sky and lower behind the edges of the landscape. Waited for the last ray to wink out of existence and hide until the Earth made another rotation. I longed for th...
The Maybe Monk
She looked at him weird, she always looked at him weird. What the hell was her problem, anyways? She was arrogant to assume he didn’t deserve respect. Ben’s hair was matted, true, and these rags weren’t his Sunday best, but this store was an absolute shit-house and everyone who came here looked like a homeless junky or worse. He snatched the plastic bag from her hand and left before he got angry. It was blisteringly bright that early morning. The sun pierced through scattered rainclouds and reflected cruelly off the wet blacktop. There was nowhere to look that didn’t sear. Ben mounted his lon...