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The first thing you noticed about Albert was his hair - it was thick and curly, with dark spirals popping out at every angle and it seemed to carry all the secrets of the world. It was the type of hair that begged to be caressed, and Albert was easily convinced to lay his head on your lap so that you could twirl every curl and watch them spring back into shape. Albert - sometimes Al, but never Bertie - would then close his eyes and relax his face into the smallest of smiles. Sometimes he would reach up and pull one of my curls, too, just ...
Mia and Sissyl are two sister cousins has a different character, Mia is more indifferent and cheerful but sometimes he is Introvert in school, while Sissyl is more feminine and melancholy and cheerful in school, Mia and Sisil school in different schools, Mia tends to be quiet he is not many friends in his school, while Sissil in school he is very easy to play Sisil has a lot of friends at his school, male friends or female friends Mia and Sissil likes to exchange stories, and sometimes Sisil also introduces some of his clos...
THE NICE BOY “But Ellen, he seems like such a nice boy!” I supposed that Mrs Sullivan (whom I was now allowed to call Sandra which, oddly, seemed less awkwardly intimate than the Auntie Sandra of my childhood – though of course, she was no relation at all). It would be unfair to say that she peppered her speech with the catchphrases of 70s comedians intentionally, but she would not have gone out of her way to avoid them. It would...
Life for a matchmaker isn’t easy. Your job is to make everybody else happy and not yourself. You find yourself with that internal loneliness at the end of the day when everybody goes home to a loved one. The satisfaction of making somebody else happy but the little bit of jealousy that comes from within. One day I was bored at the office reading a graphic novel when this gorgeous woman co...
Ella walked into the shabby house where the plump, smiling woman from Together for Life had directed her. This was her last chance, she thought, trying to project more confidence than she felt. Mostly she felt despair, but she knew from past experience that most men weren’t attracted to such an emotion. She had tried Match.com, eHarmony, Plenty of Fish, Tinder, OKCupid…the list of sites, from free to very pricey, seemed endless. She had used Meetup.com and other group sites to find people with similar intere...
“George,” Randy said, “I need your help. You and Janice are so happy together, and I want that for me. I’m tired of being a bachelor. I need advice from someone who knows how to find the perfect woman. Will you help me?” “Randy, one of the reason’s you’re still single is that you’re cheap. No woman wants to go out with a guy who has a coffee jar full of pennies. Quarters I can understand, but pennies?” ...
It's been said that if you play with fire, you're going to get burnt. Well I don’t know who said this load of crap but whoever said this must be a wet blanket. In fact, I say mankind was born to play with fire, to study it, to even control it. Man should not fear power, but harness it. Creation and destruction go hand in hand, so we have a choice to make. Do we jump into the unknown, and try to shape our future, or should we hide?
In the village east of Salisbury and north of Harringsfold, south of Winter’s Cottage and west of Aberman, a beauty, and a shepherd sit watching the sunrise. The sky became a mirage and the moon began to slip away. The beauty, Idina, watched the sunrise like it was the very last time she would ever be able to see it again. The shepherd, Thurlow, watched Idina as if it were the last time he would ever see those beautiful blue eyes that he couldn’t help but dive into as if...
“This is insane,” Ben said, anxiously running his fingers through his hair and pacing around the room. “Are you sure this is necessary?” “Trust me, Ben,” Albert said, “this is going to do the trick.” Ben flopped on the couch like an amiable toddler in a pathetic attempt at a temper tantrum. He stood up and started pacing again. He took a deep breath. “Fine, I’ll do it. Where’s the suit?” Albert’s efforts to contain his excitement were only moderately successful, something he realized as his feet lef...
Ray’s hand shook as he reached for the doorknob. His eyes kept going back to the sign in the middle of the door: Madame Olga’s Matchmaking Services. The voice in his head screamed that he was foolish to even consider this, that he should go back and try to “be a normal boy.” The voice sounded an awful lot like his mother’s voice when he told her that he and June had broken up and...
It's been one week since I moved to New York. Megan and Riley took care of the advertisement and promotion of my work and also about the office space. I haven't seen my office space yet but Riley and Megan told me it will be ready soon and I would love it. Can't wait to see the office and starts working. I'm grateful to them. They had done so many things for me. They are the best of best friends of mine.As soon as I will start working I will be able to repay the debts, rent a home and brought Mom here, in New York. Maine is home bu...
There weren't many who had the gift Anam had. The gift of observation. He could read body language and facial expressions like the person was telling him exactly what they were feeling at the moment.It startled people sometimes, how easily he could gauge someone's intentions, and he gently tried to steer people to someone who fit, who could understand the other. Sometimes all a person needed was a gentle nudge, small push in the right direction, sometimes they needed a literal shove. Anam found his peace when people r...
MelodyWelcome to Love Lagoon. My name is Sandy, I’ll be answering any questions you have on today’s tour. So, first off, I’m going to tell you the story of soulmates. I know, I know, you’ve all heard it before, so I’ll make it short. When we are born, each of us is given a melody. A simple tune. A song, if you will. The catch is, only one other person is given this melo...
“Please, we need her to marry soon,” the woman before me begged. I sighed. I had already tried to explain to her that matches were made when they need to be, not upon demand.“Listen, Mrs Dennise, I need you to accept that matchmaking takes time” I told her again and her smooth brow furrowed. She was very elegant and intimidated me slightly but I wouldn't let her know that. Her red silk Dahlia wa...
Last night as we drove the 30 mile trip to the funeral home to say goodbye to my dear friend Carlene - I was feeling rather blue, missing my friend and thinking of so many regrets, what if's and should have’s. I began to feel sorry for myself; wishing I could have said goodbye. Why did I wait so long? why didn’t I just rush to her side? Regretting not taking the time to visit and show how much I cared for her. I began to feel so far apart and distant— like in a dream, I was being carried away to another time and place. ...
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