The Joys of Gardening_My Dream Hometown_A Cruel Universe_VALA
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The Joys of Gardening
Each day was the same, and every year was the same. Claire shared the house with her long-standing miserable ‘husband’ Tony. They decided to sleep in separate beds on New Year's Eve a few years ago. Well, that’s not strictly true; Tony moved into a separate bedroom from Claire. This wasn’t following a lengthy discussion highlighting his poor sleep patterns resulting, regretfully, in a decision to sleep in separate beds. No! One December afternoon, he made up the bed in the spare front bedroom, and when it came to bedtime, he went to bed in a different bedroom. She searched the house looking ...
My Dream Hometown
My Dream Hometown Faruk Ahmed Date: 23-09-2022Today, I'm grateful that I have been able to do something for the village Iwww.onedoor.cc was born and raised in. This is my home where I was brought up with immense love and affection. I always had a lifelong dream for it, one that I have fulfilled today. Since the morning my friends and local prominent people have come to visit and congratulate me in my village home, including the local Commissioner, City Mayor and local Journalists!The living space was filled with echoes of laughter and joyful chatter as everyone sat in the nice seating arrangements we’d m...
A Cruel Universe
“Where I come from, we don’t take kindly to being abducted,” she snapped, glaring at her captors, two beings that resembled humans in shape only. Black spots dotted their pale pink skin—it reminded her of the wings of those lantern flies that the media had recently become so worried about. One of the beings had black eyes; the other, jungle-green. Both sets glared at her as if she’d killed their best friends.She probably shouldn’t have made that remark, she told herself. She had already angered them by landing on their planet. Not that she’d meant to do so. She’d just wanted a quick spin arou...
VALA
“VALA?”Ding. Rang VALA, signaling she was listening.“Turn off the lights.”“Done.” Rang the voice from speakers hidden all throughout the room, meant to give the listener the effect of complete immersion. Drake stared at the ceiling in silence. The moonlight gently filtered through the curtains and bounced off of the walls and onto the assets, some would call them artwork, that brought some semblance of life to the gray walls on which they hung.Drake’s Dad would have scoffed at the idea that his offspring was lying on a mattress that cost more than most people’s yearly income while telling a co...