A Place I Use To Call Home_A MIRACLE_Windsor's Operation_A tale of a cat and an inkwell
Catalog Guide:
A Place I Use To Call Home
Where I come from is not a place I talk about. Where I come from is a place I don't remember. Where I come from is a distant memory.My memories of my hometown, the place where I was born and raised are fading away never to return. My heart longs for the days of fresh summer air, long winter nights and fun times with friends and family.I long to return to the place, the town I missed for the past ten years. I long to return to a place where I felt happy. I long to see my parents, brother and sister. I long to be the carefree girl I use to be. Living in the city is no fun anymore, the noise of t...
A MIRACLE
Many people would agree that to raise and love a child is the only thing in life that has any real meaning. Wealth, fame, athletics, even intellectual pursuits, all amount to empty achievements in comparison to the profound importance of creating and nurturing life. One might even say that accomplishments such as winning a race, composing a symphony, or painting a beautiful portrait represent two-dimensional creativity, since, once completed, are set in stone, sowww.onedoor.cc to speak. They no longer have the opportunity to change, grow or transform. Whereas giving life to a child can be thought of as thre...
Windsor's Operation
Disclaimer: this story includes topics of sexual violence and harm to self and others. Reader's discretion is advised.I’m often intrigued by the enigma of the infinitely connected series of two-dimensional polygons or three-dimensional polyhedrons known as fractals. More specifically, I find their regressive and progressive potential schema, which extends indefinitely towards both voids of human cognitive understanding in regard to the limits of absolute minimums and maximums, interesting in their limitations when representing a product on both the temporal and hierarchal scales. For no mat...
A tale of a cat and an inkwell
Philip whistled across the street. He felt good. Life was good! Mr. Brown: Philip's boss, was not an easy man to please, but he had just given him a raise. was pleased with him, and he had just received a raise. Philip had lost his father the year before, and apart from the house he had lived in, he had left nothing. He had not worked much before his death, and the family's finances were meager. After the funeral, Philip had to go straight to work to support himself and his mother. With that, he had to give up his dream of going to college. Philip's father had not left him worldly wealth, but...