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Dishonorable Mansion 2Dishonorable Mansion 2-The House at the End of the Lane*Dishonorable Mansion 2 by Michel-le-fou
Case 1. Preiti Manikchanda and Her Mother
Neither tourists nor residents of Vancouver may be really aware; but, some of the older backstreets of the suburban area of the city, which long have been a neighborhood for Indian Origin immigrants, virtually conceal strange stories from public notice; and every house has a story1. These people are very staunchly “traditional” [possibly a better synonym for backward] and the wealthier immigrants contract building firms to build mansions like those they would have constructed in India. That brings us to our main point. At the farthest point of one backstreet, or lane, of the area, virtually unknown to most residents, there was a smaller community of mixed small dwellings and mansions such as the above-mentioned. One of these mansions has a story involving two of the families residing in the smaller houses.
This mansion was contract
CreepersCreepersCreepers by Michel-le-fou
The unexpected return of a lost ship and its skipper
Everyone in the city limits of Perth, Australia, was certain that the ship had been lost, sank, in the storm The storm was worse than ones in previous years. So it had hit the ship when the ship was miles away from the shore and away from hopes of rescue. That year, the skipper, Matthew Carlyle, 26, a resident, had planned to wed his fiancée, Edna Walston, 22. Then, Edna heard about the storm. Her heart sank like the ship. She was certain that all aboard were lost and dead.
Edna’s mother and father did their best to console Edna. They suggested that she try to find a new boyfriend and marry him instead. Edna was at first reluctant, because she and Matthew had exchanged vows even ahead of their planned wedding. At last, she conceded and looked for a new love. Edna began with their childhood friends, due to familiarity. Many boys she and Matthew knew were very willing. Edna was a standa
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o s t r a c i s e dvie for reconciliation,o s t r a c i s e d by tamaranaii
dance in suicide,
kiss my sweet lips and shut my eyes.
tear my heart from my chest
and feed it to me:
i have been ostracised.
for the sake of true pleasure,
paint my lips bloody
and kill me in your embrace.
- - - xiu
Forgive MeI'm sorry that I lied,
I know I hurt your feelings
That's why I cried.
I know it's something
We can't simply brush aside;
I hope the trust you had in me
I don't know why I couldn't tell you;
You're the person
I've always looked up to,
I should have looked at it
from your point of view;
I completely understand if you don't
trust me as much as you used to.
I wish you hadn't found out that way,
I know from now on,
You'll have doubt
In everything I say;
From this point on,
I'll ask for your forgiveness every day.
The Imprisoned Angel AffairThe Japanese prison was a bleak place, thought Napoleon Solo, as he was led to the visiting area. While lacking some of the violence and disorder of American jails, it kept its inmates in a regime of firm and unbending discipline, offering only the most basic and minimal comforts.
The prisoner approached.
Angelique La Chien.
Angelique looked a far cry from the glamorous THRUSH agent that Napoleon had known. Her stylish outfits had been replaced by a grey prison smock. Her platinum blond hair had largely grown out, revealing a duller dark blonde tone. Napoleon had never seen Angelique without makeup... apart from the time when they had woken up in bed together in Italy.
"Napoleon! How could you let them send me here? This place is terrible. You have no idea what it's like for a girl to be sent to a miserable place like this," snapped the angry THRUSH agent in her distinctive Anglo-French accent.
"You killed an UNCLE agent. He was one of the best men we had working in Japan. UNCLE was no
I have been writing since secondary school where I began to receive recognition for my fiction as class assignments. In university I was a section editor for the school newspaper and continued writing stories and poetry as well as news articles and editorials. I received several awards. I received my Bachelor of Arts in English Literature from a good university and went abroad, to teach ESL to support my interests, [Writers never earn enough by writing!] I earned good pay and recognition for my skill in teaching too. Recently, I edited and wrote several dissertations. The students I wrote for passed viva voce and got degrees. |
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