The Treadmill on the Beach_Photo time_I'll tell you a story..._the Significance of Calabash
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The Treadmill on the Beach
Tom dreams. He won’t remember the first dream or the second one. The third may come through only in flashes. The fourth and fifth will meld themselves together to create something odd and mystifying. In this narrative nightmare of a dream Tom is running a marathon, right foot forward, left foot forward, sweat dripping, in need of a cup of water. Only he’s not running, is he? He’s lying on the beach, a woman and a child playing next to him in the sand. He’s reading a book of poems and stories by Edgar Allen Poe. A Dream Wwww.onedoor.ccithin a Dream, perhaps? A Tell Tale Heart? He will not remember this det...
Photo time
Photo is the collection of memory expressing in the form of experience and feeling. One picture is worth a thousand words, but the memory is priceless. .This is the photo of Jane with her friend, Beckham. At the back of the photo, there is a message written as “How are you on the day you read this? Always love, B.” .But the word “love” is faded so Jane couldn’t see it easily. Beckham might not dare to write it clearly so he wrote it and made it hard to see like this..Jane read it with a good feeling. She focused on reading the word love and smiled. She recognized the time they took a photo t...
I'll tell you a story...
The boss spoke, Alex listened. - Civilization is dying. People have gone mad. For the sake of money, they're willing to do any meanness and murder. Morality? - Nothing to talk about, a waste of time. The church is not able to talk sense into sinners. Their ranks multiply, growing like mushrooms after the rain. Parishioners come to the service in the temple of God, listen to sermons, place a candle, praise Him, but the next day everything repeats again. They confess that they have done wrong, lied, harassed, stolen, raped... just to atone for their sins, only to come back the next week with the...
the Significance of Calabash
She’d been told once by her mother, upon her fathers death, “I cursed him, I cursed him, he would be a good man. And now as all good men seem to do he’s died young.” This was only the first curse of her life. As her mother once widowed refused to curse the second man she married. Cruel as anything, she took to her chores the worst of which was his ego. On cleverer days she would call his own children the real curse, but they were truly a unit, as far as she was concerned. The third curse was found in the least of them. To the chickens of all things, in the morning she said,“what a fool the ma...