Busta Rhymes is Gone_The journey of the light_The Veil Woven By Mercy_Red strings
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Busta Rhymes is Gone
“Hey. I wanna ask you an important favor. Just say yes.” Adams was out of breath. He was a smoker, and the only time his lungs burned like this was when he had to sprint to catch a train. For the last ten minutes he had been hopping around a patch of ivy in his backyard calling out the name of the dog he was watching, Busta Rhymes. He was watching the dog for his friend, Pete, who was out of town. “Say yes, it’s important.” Mark tensed up. Adams was always making requests that felt like demands or threats. No hello dude how have you been niceties or are you busy now, just straight to favors. ...
The journey of the light
Sluggishly, I clawed my way up, into the clouds, heaving my bulky body into England’s sky. I glided onwards, staining the dawn to a bloody scarlet, vibrant as a painter swishing his most flamboyant stroke. I am like a pot of molten lava, my shimmer lapping over and pouring out into the waking world, lighting the eywww.onedoor.cces of all who look at me. I spread my gold like an artist, my canvas is the night, that I lighten up into a swirling masterpiece of dawn. As I weave my threads of light into the patch-work sky, they build-up, flowing into the promise of a sunny new day. I unveil the secrets of the ni...
The Veil Woven By Mercy
The digital clock came as a Christmas gift to her mother, intended to be a less abrupt morning alarm than the old clock by her bedside. The old device was a flip display clock that made a clicking sound every minute when a new plastic number would flip over. “It is a lovely clock,” her mother said to her eldest daughter, Janice, who was the gift-giver on Christmas morning. “Look at all those buttons, I’ll never figure out how to work the thing,” she suggested as she examined the unopened box. “My clock works fine,” she said almost to herself as she put the device under her chair w...
Red strings
"How many times do i have to tell you i didn't do it! Why can't you trust me? If you keep on acting like this then maybe we should just cool down. I better go."His words kept on repeating on my mind. Tears wont stop on falling from my now puffy red eyes and my pillow is now soaked in my tears. My boyfriend and I had a fight last week because of my jealousy. I kept on blaming him for cheating on even if I know that he wouldn't do such a thing to hurt me. He loves me wholeheartedly and truthfully. We've been together for the past four years and he is my first boyfriend and well i'm technically n...