New Year Party_19th Century Madam at Starbucks_Mom’s Famous Words_#mycarnivalstory
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New Year Party
“Ashish and Nilesh are still not here, they are so late!” said Sachin to Ganesh and Prabhat. “They said they will bring the cold drinks and snacks, so they will surely take some time.” said Prabhat. “Let me put some funky cassette in the player, let’s enjoy the songs till they come,” said Ganesh. It was year 1997 and five teenage friends were celebrating New Year party, and for Sachin it was first time he was doing party without parents. Ganesh put an audio cassette of a popular movie in the player and pushed the play button. “Wow, very good man! Party felt dead without music!” said Prabhat....
19th Century Madam at Starbucks
Anais woke up in a dumpster, her crinoline skirts spread around her and a rotting banana peel entangled in her bouffant updo. She lay there in a particularly repugnant heap of trash, looking up towards the heavens and squinting in confusion while sunlight very nearly blinded her.“Where am I?” she asked her self, finally sitting up right.She looked all around her, scrunching up her bushy eyebrows. She picked up an empty Starbucks coffee cup right next to her and inspected its logo. One thing was for sure; she certainly was not in Victorian era England anymore. Stumbling to her feet, Anais duste...
Mom’s Famous Words
This is a story about my mother. She was a great mother by all means. I loved her so very much and I know that she loved me just as much or more. Now before I get into my actual story, I need too tell you about my mom and give you some of her history in order for you to really understand what my story is all about. Well my mother grew up the oldest out of 8 children. Unfortunately, her father left just after her youngest sibling was born. Leaving her mother a single parent with 8 children too look after. At the beginning, her mother had a hard time keeping her job as she missed work constantl...
#mycarnivalstory
#mycarnivalstory Dressed like rams, a dozen men rattled along the embankment of the Danube. Women in all white followww.onedoor.ccwed them, unfazed by the May night freeze. They carried a doll on their shoulders, bound by layer upon layer of undergarments. Her face protected from the wind in a scarf of many floral patterns, vibrating in the unsteady lantern light. I asked Jake, my photographer, to zoom in on the witches, and cleaned my chin drops of fat from the donut I bought at the fair. It is time to get to work. We both found it curious that no journalist made use of this morphine madness just yet. The...