Genre Short Story. Page - 35
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Is there a meaning to life? Or is that meaning a mere fantasy we chase insatiably only to be left devoid of all emotion and hope when our hunt is fruitless? These questions might be hard to answer for some, but he knew... He came to terms with his own twisted image of the reality, he suffered and rejoiced in love and tenderness and he both feared and challenged loss and desperation in a dance of madness. He dared to make... The jump.
Anna was alone and heartbroken after the death of her mother but Greg came into her life to give her the love that changed her life...
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A tweezer resembled words that hurt her deeply. Yet, why should Sheila as an adult allow him to hurt her every day? What made her give in to his demands though he never thought about her satisfaction or happiness? Willl she one day enjoy her life as she wanted?
John Habberton (1842–1921) was an American author. He spent nearly twenty years as the literary and drama critic for the New York Herald, but he is best known for his stories about early California life, many of which were collected in his 1880 book Romance of California Life: Illustrated by Pacific Slope Stories, Thrilling, Pathetic and Humorous (New York: Baker, Pratt & Co., 1880).
The moon peeped through the floating clouds. Though it is a full moon night, thick branches of trees shaded the path dark and uninviting. Hardly having time to look at the twinkling stars, Saranya ran on the narrow street to reach her home safely. As an avid reader, she knew what a twist in a story would be. But not even a wild guess about the twist in her life that would happen.
A voice from the crowd in that gymnasium timidly asked in the question and answer session (why): “if you have come this far, why do you think you still need cigarettes”. I didn’t have an answer for him. I feel like we had at least that in common.