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WINTER - I’ll take it, said Richard with a firm tone in his voice when the landlady showed him the studio flat. She was somehow surprised, because the rent was a little over the odds and Richard didn’t seem to be cash rich. - It’s two months in advance, plus the current month, she said eventually.
PART ONE The siren wailed in the distance signaling the end of the curfew. It was 6 o’clock in the morning. Cameron never set the alarm, because that shrill, high pitched wail always woke her up. In the beginning she hated it, but as time went by, she found it convenient. She got out of bed and...
- Land ahoy! shouted the watch from the crow’s nest of the main mast. That was good news for the crew; they had been at sea for such a long time that they were almost running out of both supplies and patience. They all ran to the poop deck laughing and squinted in the distance, or used their hands to block the scorching sun. An island was visible in the dist...
The water was warm and crystal clear and Tim could easily see the sandy bottom. Schools of small fish swam about in a coordinated manner and sea shells could be seen scattered everywhere. When he had reached the shallows, he stood up. The sand was smooth under his feet. He slowly lifted his head and let out a whistle of surprise. The island, despite being in the middle of nowhere, looked totally...
The laboratory was crammed. But Joshua knew exactly where everything was. He could immediately locate the piece of equipment he needed or the notebook he was looking for. It wasn’t that he hated organization, but somehow it was easier to find things this way. No wonder he knew every nook and cranny of the place; he spent most of his time there. Very often he ate and slept there, had a shave and a shower there, or changed clothes there….Despite the overall sloppiness, it was a pleasa...
"There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind" Virginia Woolf "Wherever life plants you, bloom with grace."
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