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I did not like to be called entitled. What people see was the glamorous life that I lived as a travel photographer. They thought the girl behind the lens must have hit the jackpot with the job that pays her to travel. Through my pictures, they imagined my beautiful morning was greeted by the sunrise from a mountain, adventuring through the day to capture the authenticity of less-traveled places, enjoying the sunset by the infinite pool, and even staying in five stars hotel. M...
Carl took the printed paper from his desk, and read each paragraph written below ‘RESIGNATION LETTER’. He folded the paper, cleared his throat, and said “Mr. Lawrance, I am thankful for the last two years experience serving you. Surely I cannot find an equal employer like you, who hired me when I was unskilled, trained me, and gave me advance when I needed it. Now, I have found a job with better pay and compensation, which will give more stability to my family income as well as to repay my loan to you.” It will be...
Who do you want to be with if you were one of the last people left on Earth?I woke up to a meadow under a clear blue sky, as if I was in heaven. As far as my eyes could perceive, there was nothing else seen but a full-grown tree. Its branches were round, and drooping, covered by elongated leaves. I was a few feets towards the tree, when suddenly a voice broke the serenity.“Stay where you are,” urged the voice.
I sit down on the small upper platform, leaning myself towards the wall while keeping my hands holding the edges of the stepladder. My arms ache, and my back hurt but my heart feel satisfied.I caress my tummy and whisper, “For you and this family, mom did this.” I stretch the corner of my lips to brush off my guilt of the long kept truth that I did not tell Steve. “Mom finds it difficult to trust people, even your dad. Keep it as a secret between ...
5 May, 2017Hey you,I don’t know what to call you. Diary? Journal? What am I doing now? I can’t stop laughing at myself… Writing on a notebook and call it diary? I don’t even know what to write. Seriously, what do I need to write in a diary? What do I feel? Oh, I’m not a girl who likes to whine and complain with tears like my wife.I’m a grown up man. I’m a tough guy and I don’t feel the need of writing about my days. I hated writing essays. Why do you want to write an essay...
Nothing is mysterious. Just not known yet. Now you know me from my writing :)
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