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I Object!
Shane Carpenter felt on top of the world. He was on the fast track to becoming Valedictorian of his graduating class — he had a beautiful girlfriend, Maria Starmino, and his father had set him up with an internship at his law firm after Shane graduates. One of Shane Carpenter’s most prominent traits was that he was always on time. That was until three days ago.“One more exam, and I am done with Law School,” Shane felt a plethora of stress roll down his spine. Maria spun around, and her flowery patterned dress followed suit, “That’s great, baby.” Her smile lit up the kitchen more than the sun e...
Best friend, best enemy
Life is in every case brimming with shocks. We never realize what is straightaway, it's vastly improved by that waywww.onedoor.cc. I got set in one of the significant IT organization in India. I used to travel a great deal truth be told I love to travel. I like to visit puts shockingly I was limited by family all the time implies any place I head off to some place, somebody firmly related to my family will straightforwardly or by implication save a watch for my prosperity. I guaranteed myself to leap out of this limit. I oversaw by one way or another and moved to Chennai. There were part of high points and ...
Curdled: The Fracturing of an American Family
Next to the eggnog, the egg-rolls, the eggs benedicts and the eggs Au fromage, was exactly 140 millilitres of pure cream, purebred, all-American milk. It was a glorious sight for all with penchants for contracting Salmonella. It was greyish in colour and smelt like the bottom of a rotting table with poop slathered over it. For the Mennie family, it was a holy milk, and one they idolised with a radical ideological commitment to what this milk represented; Family tradition.As they were gathered around the dinner table -- having just completed a feast of duck, corned beef and turkey, they stared ...
The Magic of a Jam Tart
The smell of flaky pastry and sautéing strawberries wafts through the kitchen. Outside, the world is unfettered by magic and trickery. The grass flows lazily in the slight breeze, whilst the sky remains clear, no sign of a cloud in sight. Animals co-exist together, enjoying each other’s company… but inside the kitchen, it’s a totally different story. All sorts of substances litter the floor, ranging from shattered egg shells to sticky jam, which just wasn’t thick enough to use in the final piece. Maggie stands next to the stove, her hair sticking out at odd ends, an air of agitation surr...