Ending with Satisfaction_Fantasy of a refugee living_Chaotic Road Trip_Festival Day
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Ending with Satisfaction
Jack made sure to let his boss know he was gowww.onedoor.ccing on a mission through North Africa and the Middle East to preserve peace and provide resources. That was who he was. His boss told him he wasn’t guaranteed a spot when he came back but Jack didn’t care. He’d been saving up for this, so he can make his mark on the world. His wife decided not to come which inevitably ended their relationship. Jack had fought hard for her and their son but this was something he always dreamed of. The moment he arrived in Somalia he placed himself in a homeless shelter that the U.S. had built years ago. He made frien...
Fantasy of a refugee living
I'm a human who was born in a nation where boom shelling and body burying were commonplace. The entire day and night felt like a nightmare. My friends, relatives, and neighbours have all died. The secret boat made its way inside the flesh and blue zone. Food, water, and oxygen are in short supply. This appears to be a roller coaster ride, and the distance seemed to stretch on forever. The beautiful and pure sea waves push against the boat, making me feel alive. I haven't seen land in almost a week, and all I can think about is crying, food suffering, and the scent that surrounds my body. I had...
Chaotic Road Trip
“WE’RE GOING ON A ROAD TRIP!”“GAAAK!” Yuki cried, throwing the book she had been reading on the floor out of shock. She stood up, glaring angrily at Rosi. “Rosi! Don’t scare me like that!”“And where exactly are we going?” Kuri inquired, poking her head out from her bedroom door.“We’re going on a cross-country road trip to the Wild West!” Rosi declared, jumping onto the sofa…and then falling onto the floor.“Road trip? Did someone say road trip?” Rosi’s excitable sister, Ki, slammed open the door leading to the basement, her blue eyes wide with excitement.“Rosi, a cross-country road trip is...
Festival Day
It was almost time for the festival, and the streets were alive with excitement. The lamps were glowing a little bit brighter every day in anticipation for the most coveted day of the long year. It was so easy for the citizens to fall into this eager stupor as they went about their usual business in the run-up to the festival. The festival was, after all, the best day of the year. It was no contest.For one day every year, every citizen put down their toils and troubles. There was no work, no school, no strife. Even the bitterest of enemies put aside their differences and celebrated together. T...