To the Amazing Future Ellie Rose Lynn..._Reminisce_Time: do you have enough?_Pawn
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To the Amazing Future Ellie Rose Lynn...
“Here seems right,” Mom said, pushing her shovel into the soft dirt under the large tree. “I think it was over here.” “Sounds good.” I respondedwww.onedoor.cc, putting down the digging tools in the grass next to the tree. We began digging into the soil, stopping when our shovels clinked against something hard. “Just what I thought. Ellie, come see.” Mom has taken the hand trowel and started to uncover the small aluminum box. Once it’s out, she places it on the grass and brushes the dirt back into the small hole in the ground. I pack it down firmly and then turn to see what Mom has retrieved from the earth...
Reminisce
Trees as far as the eye can see. Water flowing through the nearby creek. Birds chirping in the mornings. And a nice cool breeze as it rustles the leaves. But the best part was the smell of burning wood from the campfire. The cabin was the perfect getaway home for anyone who wanted to relax and be one with nature. For anyone who wanted to get away from the stress-filled city. Or for a couple who had just gotten engaged.Larry and Lily had been dating for about three years now. They were not high school sweethearts, but in fact came from opposite ends of the country. It was their equivalent love...
Time: do you have enough?
Empty room. The kind where you can hear raging echoes. Soon, moments fell into darkness and it became a dark empty room. I couldn’t see the ground beneath me. I couldn’t see anything before me. Just pure darkness. I began to hear a distant wailing coming from a corner of the room. It sounded just like a woman. A woman who was in severe pains. I couldn’t see her even if I strained my eyes to and squinted into the deep, the wailing was the only thing I got. I must be mental thinking I would be able to see something or at least someone. The wailing took a different angle in the room, quite differ...
Pawn
“A soirée,” Benjamin whispered as he took my coat, “is the only marketing technique you’ll ever need.”“Ah, won’t the marketing department be thrilled to hear that,” I replied, glancing around the room. I was fighting the urge to correct him, as this was a simple business cocktail party, but my mission was to have a naïve mind, ready to benefit from the wisdom his father’s money had given him.“Not for the company. For marketing yourself.” I raised a brow and he sighed. “You know what I mean. It’s only outside the office that things happen the way we need them to. And there are always plenty of ...