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Cottage and Tea
Clementine Hopkins is a 32-year-old Human Resources Director who is somewhat introverted. Although Clementine lives in the present, she is captivated by The Victorian Era. She loves the clothing, vocabulary, furniture, old books, right down to the mannerisms. Her love for Victorian style, vintage, and antique things are unquestiona...
Phrases like; articulation of failure and failure of articulation, eat to live or live to eat, he died to live, these were the best of times and these were the worst of times, seems to be foregrounded in the mind of Karamazov, when he thought of era that he seems to be obsessed with. On dwelling further deep a couple of centuries before the nineteenth, somewhere between seventeenth and sixteenth ...
I turned off the car and studied the house looming in front of me. It was like a small mansion but a mansion all right. For someone that grew up in an orphanage and was later brought up in a modest sized house, I was intimidated by the one in front of me.
Don’t worry, it’s just a house, it won’t bite, Lena, my fiancée said dryly
I laughed at that, I’m not scared it will, after all its just a house, I said ...
Write about a character who smells something familiar and is instantly taken ba...
Adeem had a chequered childhood- a childhood of mons and sobs.Adeem wound leave for school earlier than his other classmates living in the neighborhood.He had no sense of time.He would leave his home, go to his friends and if he would not be ready would look for some other to play with.For Adeem school was not jan institution where he would learn but just a brick-stone structure akin to garden full of love and latitude.H...
There stood Craig on the busy corner waiting for the light to turn to walk so that he could get across to his building of employment. He was late as it was and these lights were all against him today. He would get lectured from his boss once more and he had told he would get fired if he was late again. What was his exercise going to be this time? He wanted to scream at the lights to hurry up, so they wouldn’t make him an...
A girl sat in the cellar, arms wrapped around her knees, shivering despite the two sweaters she wore. It was hard to tell her age by the look on her face, so haggard it had become. A boy sat beside her. He fiddled with the lamp in his hands, then switched it off. “Get some sleep, Tara.”She mechanically felt for where he was and lay down on the cement floor, feeling his body heat as he lay down next to her. “You need it too, Kyle.”A mirthless chuckle sounded in the dark. She didn’t...
I feel like Lot fleeing the city of Sodom. The big difference is I didn’t turn into a pillar of salt when I turned back to view the city. The fires can be seen for miles and we are only about 50 miles away, but it seems more like a thousand.******************************************************** Our state was fortunate, we had a 12 hour warning, but the states on the coasts didn’t. Maine to Florida fell right away, they were the first targets. Within...
Shania stapled the receipt to the invoice, slid out the creaky drawer, and dropped it into the M division. The phone rang— not the business phone, but hers. She picked it up from the desk. Unknown number. “Hello, you’ve reached Diane’s Accounti—“ she laughed, catching herself. “I’m sorry, this is Shane speaking.”
The voice on the other end didn’t laugh. “Good afternoon, Shania. This call is to notify tha...
He’s dead, nothing will bring him back. The world has now changed and it will never be the same. Because, he won’t be in it. The birds sing but I refuse to hear them, the wind blows but I refuse to feel it, the scent of the funeral bouquets float on the breeze but I refuse to smell them. But I do see! I make myself see the simple wooden casket in front of me. He loved the smell and feel of natural sanded wood, he said the grains and colors told the story of life. He doesn’t h...
Sigrid stepped out of her car and onto the parking space. She breathed in through her nose, silently rejoicing at the familiar scent of jasmine and cedar. Motioning the driver to remain in the vehicle, she heard the clicking of her boots against the concrete. If she remembered correctly… there was the curb, and respectively the sidewalk. She followed the sidewalk to the right, hearing the melodic voices of nearby birds--...
Here in the desert, far from the city lights, the Heavens show off their brilliance. The stars above look like silver glitter strewn across a dark canvas, no space is left untouched.This is the canopy that covers the stranded family.Earlier that day: They had come to visit the waterfall and creek that ran by the ancient homestead. The father had stumbled across it during one of his hunting trips. It was beautiful, q...
Sometimes I forget about you, God.
I know it’s crazy. How could I forget someone so amazing, so powerful… but you seem so invisible sometimes.
The stars are so vast. Or, rather, space is. I can’t see space, of course, but the stars in it are so far away. I am always amazed. When I take the time to look, they inspire me with awe and I have to acknowledge you.
It was a usual morning at the Sebastian’s. John was irritably looking for his glasses while he grumbled and squinted to read a new text message and Martha was arranging the table for breakfast while ranting about how the neighbor's dog again littered her walkway this morning.
“Why are the words so small and why does he have to message? Can’t he pick up the phone and talk, your busy son! And why do you mis...
One day a man wakes up feeling terribly ill, he’ s in his bed but doesn’t feels like his bed , he looks at his room but his vision is blurry and his eyes heavy, “strange” he thought, ”that doesn’t seem like my room at all”. He knows it’s all because of the importance of that day , he is feeling anxious, he is getting sick again. As he struggles to wake up a woman knock his door, ” Mr E. I’m you neighbour from apartment B ,There’s a letter for you, the mailman must have put it in my mailbox but it’s addressed to you!” He stands up quickly ...
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