There was once a guy who suffered from cancer, a cancer that cant be cured. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home a...
The girl would turn her cell phone off and put it by her photo on the desk everynight befor going to bed. This habit had been with her ever since she bought the phone. The girl had a very close boyfriend,when they couldn't meet ,They would either cal...
Love without measure Freda Bright says,Only in opera do people die for love. It's true. You really can't love somebody to death. I've known people to die from no love, but I've never known anyone to be loved to death. We just can't love one another e...
Love is more thicker than forget 爱情比忘却厚 More thinner than recall 比回忆薄 More seldom than a wave is wet 比潮湿的波浪少 More frequent than to fail 比失败多 It is most mad and moonly 它最痴癫最疯狂 And less it shall u...
I was puzzled! Why was this old woman making such a fuss about an old copse which was of no use to anybody? She had written letters to the local paper, even to a national, protesting about a projected by-pass to her village, and, looking at a map, th...
I was always a little in awe of Great-aunt Stephina Roos. Indeed, as children we were all frankly terrified of her. The fact that she did not live with the family, preferring her tiny cottage and solitude to the comfortable but rather noisy household...
The Apple Tree A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and lay around it every day. He climbed to the tree topbeijing escort, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play...
A letter to my son Dear Seth, Youre only three years old, and at this point in your life you can't read, much less understand what Im going to try to tell you in this letter. But I've been thinking a lot about the life that you have ahead of you, abo...
I was swinging on the front gate, trying to decide whether to walk down the street to play with Verna, my best friend in fifth grade, when I saw a tramp come up the road. Hello, little girl, he said. Is your mama at home? I nodded and swung the gate...
I was swinging on the front gate, trying to decide whether to walk down the street to play with Verna, my best friend in fifth grade, when I saw a tramp come up the road. Hello, little girl, he said. Is your mama at home? I nodded and swung the gate...
