A Journey to the Arctic with Malthe Agard_Tommy's Party_Bakery Breakery_In The Dark
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A Journey to the Arctic with Malthe Agard
Before I begin writing, dear reader, I must first beg your forgiveness. I am a journalist. I pride myself on that fact and I have always tried to be respectful of that title, to uphold the highest standards of the profession. Over the course of my career, I have had the privilege of working for, and alongside, a number of outstanding editors and journalist colleagues, all of whom have taught me things about the profession that have made me a better writer, reporter, and observer of the human condition. If there is one universal tenet that has been instilled in me, though, it is this: never wri...
Tommy's Party
Be brave, Bright. Do your best. ***I consider me and Thomas artists. I like to draw, doodle, and paint. I love taking a moment, freezing it, rethinking it, and keeping it. It helps me explain the words I can’t say. Thomas, he’s a different type of artist. He’s a writer, plain and simple, and one of the best I ever knew. We used to have a little friendly competition on Friday nights. I’d stop by CVS on my way home from work, pick up a bottle of wine, Cheez-Its, and Haribo gummy bears (those were Thomas’s favorite snacks and they had to be Haribo) then hurry home to Thomas. With our snacks prop...
Bakery Breakery
In my line of work, my phone tends to resemble a fur coat in summer. It stays on the hook. So, when I got an earwww.onedoor.ccly call from a distressed Molly Looky, I wasted no time in making an appearance. Plus, she was an old friend. An old friend who just so happened to own my favorite bakery in town. I was happy to do her a favor.Apparently overnight someone really needed a cookie and broke in. Smashed in, rather. No longer resembling a bakery, it felt more like a drafty disco. The shattered displays on the floor shimmering with rays of color from the morning sun. Tears fought their way out of Molly’s ...
In The Dark
Tessa Mayfair fell for her next door neighbor Zayn Bennet. From the moment she first saw him moving stuff into his new home with his parents, she was hopelessly lost. He was tall and strong, with brown hair and dark blue eyes. She learnt other things about him, as he now attended the same high school, Eastmoore Lake.They had two classes together: Art and English. He enjoyed basketball and quickly became a most valued player on the school team. He was friendly and outgoing. He owned a cute little dog called Ralph and had a much younger brother Sam, who hero worshiped him.She recalled that on hi...