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You would have a marvelling laugh if you were here right now at my expense at the kind of odd luck I have. I would also stake my life that if you had the magical ability to turn back the hands of time and repair damages done by it, you would do so in a blink of an eye but alas, you are not here and soon, neither will I.
Nneka AniezePublished 2 years ago in FictionNova fluctus unda vox libertatis Part 2
George was sitting at his favourite diner, in the back room at the table by the kitchen. Michael, the owner, had come to sit with him. They were enjoying their 'old man important coffee club conversation'. Current events directed the topic to the Russia-Ukraine conflict.
Katherine D. GrahamPublished 2 years ago in FictionMy Mother's Body
I never saw his mother's body after her death. A man on the other line asked me if I wanted to — if they had to delay the cremation so that I could drive two and a half hours up the coast to where he was lying in the morgue. It is pale and has bright red cherry angiomas, on its sides with purple stripes of many kidney transplants and its arms have old red tubes where the tremors made him itch, and I could see it was enough with my mother's body alive.
Anisha dahalPublished 2 years ago in FictionELEANOR.
Hawkshead was Eleanor's favourite place in the world. This opinion was a little farfetched seeing as it was the only place she had ever known save for Bibury, the bustling trade town where her mother's family lived up North. In fact, she hated Bibury. It was far too noisy and crowded even in winter. Hawkshead was cosy and quiet. It was one of those small towns where everybody knew everybody. Its tiny cottages with neatly trimmed edges were simply delightful. In autumn, the cobbled streets would be filled with fallen leaves which had turned the reddish-brown shade she loved. Her own home, which forever smelt faintly of her mother's baking even when she wasn't doing so would always hold fond memories for her. It was a large house and she often wondered how her mother always managed to keep it so clean. She remembered playing with her two sisters, Charlotte and Olivia in the garden while they were much younger. But very soon, she might have to leave and the very thought made her heart ache.
Two SiblingsPublished 2 years ago in FictionI, Titanic
Until the dolphin came, I was alone. I. I Am Born Twelve dogs, thirty-nine birds, an unknown number of rats and mice, and one cat. Her name is Jenny. Jenny bore kittens a few weeks ago but Jim the scullion sold them before we left Belfast.
Eric DovigiPublished 2 years ago in FictionPast Mistake
Georg waited patiently at Tiergarten, a park in the center of Berlin, hidden in a maple tree and a plane near the zoo. It was the first time in February 1933 and he felt a pang of joy and fear coming. Soon their plan would succeed, but in the meantime, the most dangerous part was coming.
Puja sharmaPublished 2 years ago in FictionBiomagnification
Aric rode on white horses, in harbors, and in the mountains, in chariots, and in chariots. He wore fine and poor clothing, farmers' hats, and tradesmen's trousers. He is always moving, always hiding. If Others had heard how far he had traveled and why he would have died. They did not. Three months after his departure, he arrived in a ruined city, where no one was allowed to work.
Sejal shresthaPublished 2 years ago in FictionHow a Chinese family's grief became a national conspiracy thanks to missing CCTV footage
On Mother’s Day last Sunday, 17-year-old Lin Weiqi wished his mother – referred to only as Madame Lu in Chinese media – a good day. “Mum, enjoy your day,” he said to her that morning. He was Lu’s only child. Like most Chinese parents of the one-child generation, Lin was her pride and joy.
After the Earthquake
After the quake, Steven drove to his grandmother's house to check on her. He realized that the damage was serious when he walked in the door. The entrance tiles were filled with vivid memories — the hospital week, his grandfather's deep breathing, the funeral service in the rain. The brilliant light of memories was filled with fragments of broken glass.
Rajya laxmiPublished 2 years ago in Fiction5 Underrated Bond Villains
For over six decades, the Bond franchise has produced all manner of characters and tropes that remain firmly entrenched in the mainstream today. Generations of audiences have looked forward to the action, drama, theme songs and characters among other things.
Comrades !!!
I was remaining solitary at the transport stand going to Colaba. Before the Worli ocean face, the ocean of Bombay was cleaning up, sitting tight for the morning to completely sprout. The ocean pakhi was going all over with the waves, moaning on his chest. On the far-spread ocean, where Matiala was noticeable, a few boats remaining there resembled pictures. All of a sudden the breeze, which was playing with the morning, came in my ear and said, 'The transport going to Colaba is coming sss.'
Prince SinghPublished 2 years ago in FictionSangura's Faith
(Shemira) Many have offered to do this Shemira for you my Amadeus. They say it is not good that I am the Shomeret for my own husband. But who could do this better than I, your wife?! I loved when you introduced me to someone, you'd say " This is my Sangura". I love you Amadeus, and since I don't know when I'll see you again. I will stay and talk to you until the Cheva Kadisha come for your body.
Qa'id Ali HarrisPublished 2 years ago in Fiction