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“Now what have we learned today?” His voice was that of an instructor, asking a struggling student to answer an elementary question. He paused as if actually waiting for a reply from the incoherent youth. “We have learned that, no matter how much it hurts, when I ask you a question, you answer. This will become one of the principles you engrave in your heart. Since you seem to no...
HUMANITY AT FRENDS CHILDRENS There is a one couple named ram and radha. One day ram and his wife went to his friend’s girish house for spending holiday. Girish wife is leela who is very beautiful and modern lady. Girish and Ram both are busy with their talks with each other and radha is trying to mingle with leela. But she is no...
Lean mean Larry kept a rubber cosh under the driving seat of his Sierra Scorpion - now fully taxed and MOT’d. Trying desperately to be cool and casual but unavoidably self aware, Larry eased the car around a quiet suburban street in Orpington, South London. On the straight run he jammed his free hand down the side of his seat and gently brushed a finger across the tight rubber surface of the...
The first thing I remember from birth, is a man with dark short hair and blue eyes. His skin was full of wrinkles. He had a soothing voice. I looked up at him as a baby, while he held me, fed me, and nurtured me to a the growth of a child. The first words he said to me were, 'You're going to do something amazing for the world.' And that's what I did. Of course what he had in mind, is not how thin...
Its a walk down, The memory lane, I'm going to see the house I lived through summer and rain.The house is was destroyed, I know that, A great fire burned and burned, The whole area flat.Only a few buildings survived the fire, My being among them, It was so, because, It happened to be at the end of the lane.I remember how I used to walk this way How I'm walking now, I remember how I used to stop th...
She lay on the psychiatrist’s couch and he told her to relax and think of a special place. Jenny was finding it very difficult in concentrating and thinking of a special place. The psychiatrist then intervened in order to help her and said ‘If we want to remember what something was really like Jenny, it helps if we use our five senses’. She began to think about her holiday las...
Meet, Ava. Shes a mixed up, 25 year old girl.. who lives in a world of confusion and disappointment. She hasn't yet discovered her place in life. She needs something, or someone, but she seems to think that thats not possible for her. She has been locked up in a mental institution for 8 years. Read her story to experience her troubled world. --------------------------------------------------------...
It was just about 7:00 when we woke up for the first time in our new home. We were forced to leave our old home back in Virginia by the KKK and forced to help with cooking, gardening, and cleaning around the white people’s house. We weren’t paid very much due to the dislike for us blacks. Mama was always cleaning, hardly having the time for sleeping. Papa was cooking while me and my br...
Mark died again.He was getting tired of this. Mark Stone stood over his body, just staring at it. He looked at the bullet hole in his temple, now oozing blood, turning his light, red, curly hair into a a dark, rusty colored mess. He then turned his gaze to the gun in his left hand, a simple service pistol he stole from his friend that was a police officer. He sighed, and waited for it to happen. T...
“I’ve got movement off the east gate. Two figures, health status unknown.” said the watchman into his radio. “Keep an eye on them and check in with developments. If you see a threat, take care of it. ” crackled the reply. The figures stumbled toward the main gate of the compound. The guard leveled his scope on the man in the lead. “Don’t shoot! Please, d...