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GENEVIEVE
WRITE ABOUT A CHARACTER WHOSE NAME YOU GOT FROM OUR CHARACTER NAME GENERATORTITLE: GENEVIEVE Genevieve turns repeatedly on her bed forcing herself to sleep but it seems sleep has left her eyes. She hisses and sits up on her bed wearing a long frown, she looks on top of the vanity set and sees a note. She stretches her hand and gets it, the note reads ‘’Hey my love, you were still in bed when I finished dressing for work, and I didn’t want to disturb you especially knowing that you haven’t slept up to three hours because of our babies. Call me whenever you wake up and take care of yourself and ...
Tall As A Cart'orse And Twice As Long!
TRIGGER WARNING: themes of grief and loss.Tom found opening his eulogy a lot harder than his pallbearing duties. Carrying the coffin was a bit surreal. It didn’t feel like Grandad Bill in there; it was just a box. A heavy box. But talking to the small crowd of mourners, when he was one himself, brought home the reality of the situation.Tom's mind wandered to his poor Grandma Ursula, as he collected his thoughts in www.onedoor.ccthe pulpit. The family had never had much money and he worried that care would be difficult as she grew frail.He’d written down what he wanted to say, but standing there in the chape...
Asher's Agony
"Happy New Year," gritted Asher from between clenched teeth. Turning over in bed, she kicked the thin, mildew lad sheet from her thighs. A frustrated tear escaped from between closed lids. The fireworks had been exploding all around the house where she was staying in Mombasa, Kenya. Noisy children, loud adults, babies crying, teenagers screaming, thudding music, and tooting tuk-tuks had kept her evening disturbed. The sleeping tablets she was on were stubborn. Rest kept a distance from her shattered consciousness.In a desperate attempt to flee Australia, Asher had signed on for overseas human...
Pilgrimage to Indian City
His head shot back and forth between an opened book on his lap and the woodlot next to the road. “This has to be it,” Jonathan said to his older brother, Mike, sitting behind the steering wheel. Their car idled as its dome light illuminated the text at the top of the page. In bold, calligraphic font, it read David’s Kingdom, and below it a detailed pen and ink drawing of a small square of land, a lake, a spider web of roads, and a clump of trees. The map was located in the opening pages of his favorite book, All Gave Some, by his literary icon P.H. Craftsman. Jonathon ran his eyes across the p...