sissytisha
Stories (37/0)
The Chimes in the Cabin
The big, tall guy in the window seat next to me on the flight from Truman City, Minnesota, to Washington, D.C., looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "Ten past seven, Tony, we're halfway there, and if I flee overseas, they'll think I'm not coming back."
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The Cliff
There is a trail from a small shrine to a fishing village. There is a cliff on the road. In between, a sheep's intestine path of more than two hundred feet long passes by the edge of the sheer cliff. The cliff is above and the sea is below. Pedestrians have a slight step, will be tens of feet high from the wall tumbled down to the sea, by the sea rocks smashed head, by the mess of seaweed such as female ghost hair tangled arms and legs. Once the body falls into a deep, cold pool, it will be numb, silent death, no one knows.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The cat lived a million times
There is a cat that does not die even in 1 million years. In fact, the cat died a million times and lived a million times again. It was a beautiful tiger-spotted cat. A million people have doted on this cat, and a million people have cried when this cat died. But the cat did not cry even once.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The Juicy Bun
Liang Shiqiu Speaking of Yuhuatai, this restaurant is not small in origin, and is run by the chef of the Yang family from Dongtangzi Hutong. He is a master of his craft and has many masterpieces, and the soup buns he makes are unique to the old capital.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The day of loving each other
Hi, it turned out to be a hometown, or alumni of the university, I actually do not know. After a decent handshake and exchange of cell phone numbers, they began to exchange pleasantries. It is also three or four minutes, but the two people have nothing more to say, then separate again. Mostly, she was uncomfortable. She has picked herself up well today, plain and proper, but in the end she is not comfortable. This kind of reception is really too extravagant, too extravagant, so that she is always like a dream. In fact, she is a Cinderella, dabbling in the food to come. Friends are right, dilly-dallying is false, dilly-dallying opportunity is true, dilly-dallying, meet a bole, or catch a big money, are possible. This year is the lack of opportunity is not it. Friends have long said, like "our age" girls, the most important thing is actually two things: first, throw your head; second, show up - the opportunity is not installed with GPS long-range missiles, which can be aimed at your sky, don't get yourself Cost - Bin Laden.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The forest on the highway
Cold moves through the world in a thousand forms, in a thousand ways: at sea like a herd of stampeding horses, in the countryside like a swarm of swooping locusts, in the city like a sharp knife cutting off the road and burrowing through the cracks into unheated homes. That night, the Markovados used up the last of their firewood, and the whole family, wrapped in their coats, looked at the small charcoal fading in the heater, and with each breath, clouds of mist rose from their mouths. No one spoke again, the clouds spoke instead of them: the wife exhaled long clouds as if sighing, the children seemed to concentrate on blowing soap bubbles, and Markovado jumped and gasped towards the sky, as if a fleeting moment of inspiration.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The boy on the post
Three months after her disappearance, Cassandena walked back. One morning, a commuter driving into town on a state highway saw a girl, nearly naked, walking along the cobbled shoulder of the road. The girl appeared to be wearing only a loin cloth, black gloves and black shoes. She appeared to have a bib or a large black handkerchief wrapped around her neck, which fell down to cover her breasts. By the time the driver turned the car back around and called the police, the sun was bright enough to make it clear that the girl was actually naked.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
When building the Great Wall of China
The Great Wall of China was completed at its northernmost point. This project started from the southeast and southwest respectively, and finally intersected here. In the east and west wall-building armies, this method of building in sections was implemented on a much smaller scale, so that the wall builders were divided into squads of about twenty men, each squad being responsible for building out five hundred meters, and then an adjacent squad would build a section of the same length toward them. However, when the two sections were connected, they did not continue to build down to the head of the kilometer, rather, the two teams were sent to a completely different area to build the Wall. This method naturally produced many large gaps, which were gradually and slowly filled in, some even after the Wall was declared completed. Yes, it is said that some of the openings were not filled at all, and although this is a view that can probably only be seen in the many legends that surround the project, the scale of the project is so large that it is impossible to verify these legends by one's own eyes and one's own standards, at least not by a single person.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The most desolate zoo in the world
The Greyfield Zoo is about three kilometers from my home, and I started going there to copy animals when it was already a zoo in vain. I don't know what it was, but the zoo gave the impression of desolation, with a few old, half-dead trees displaying not animals, but empty cages, almost all of which were rusted or broken, and the only remaining inhabitants of the zoo were a group of mallard chickens, an elk, and two monkeys, that's all.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction