A soup for you_Zhizhu_Hunk in a Humvee_Beef Phở For the Soul
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A soup for you
Maddie took two minutes to catch her breath. She had been running left and right all day to lead her team. She provided every guest with a detailed program presenting the menu with two choices of soup, the speaker of the evening and the D.J. who would entertain the participants. She composed herself so as not to get caught up in the stress of pulling off the event. She had had some fears when the arrival of the big tent was delayed but eventually it was quickly raised and all was well again. This was the first major event that the young woman led for the organization "Caravansary for the Need...
Zhizhu
Sister Qian Guang pulled quackgrass from her pea garden. She built wooden trellises to support her pole peas, but only manual labor could stave off the weeds. As she yanked the last stubborn tuft of quackgrass from the soil, she felt a cramp in her lower back. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the sleeve of her alb.A thousand years ago, just before the Great Flood, Qian’s ancestors referred one’s main gig as a “day job.” But here, in the year 3021, nestled in the lowlands of New Shaolin Empire, agrarian subjects of the new Empress Yi Lanfen worked more of an “all the time job,” toiling su...
Hunk in a Humvee
A Black Humvee roared its way into a neighbourhood of mom-wagons and Prius. The Humvee stopped near house 43-A located on the seventh street locality of the town. This neighbourhood was like any other neighbourhood of the town. Nothing so special about this locality. Everything that you can observe in the regular American community. In this locality, everyone knew everyone. The neighbours were intrigued with the noise of the Humvee that killed the silence in the vicinity. The door opened, and a 6、3 ft figure exited from the driver's seat. The bulky figure closed the door of the Humvee after t...
Beef Phở For the Soul
It wasn’t even a dream job, just a slightly better paying one. The email stung all the same though."Based on your responses, we have determined you do not meet the basic requirements for this position. Please do not respond to this automated email."Hal slipped hwww.onedoor.ccis phone into his pocket after turning it back off. He wasn’t in the mood for any more "How are you?" calls. It was the tone, the sound of trying so hard to be sincere that put him off. The whispery, NPR host earnestness in the voice of the caller. It was just a break up, they happened everyday all over the place. His was no different,...