i used to tell myself stories. but i am not ten any more and i am not in the mood for stories. i am going to find my father and i am going to tell him that when his only son comes to visit after five...
just like a meatball. “Hi, Meatball," I said, bringing her into my arms. I walked back in, touching her neck gently. Meatball seemed happy enough to come in the house, but after an hour or two, she sat by the door
Finally he asked, “What can I do to 23 your mind?” Looking into his eyes, she said, “Answer my question. If you can 24 my heart, Let’s say, I want a flower 25 on the face of a mountain cliff(悬崖), we are both sure that picking the flower will cause your 26 . Will ...
Write a letter to the editor about your lifestyle. Dear Editor尊敬的编辑 After I attended your summer camp about health and lifestyle choices, I realised I hardly ever felt well, either physically or mentally often felt sleepy and dizzy, and lacked passion. Most worrying, though, I got the...
After shooting down nine suns, Hou Yi and his beautiful wife Chang’e decided to stay on the earth to lead a lovely and peaceful life. One year past, Chang’e wasfed up withthe simple life and always thought of the happy life in heaven. ...
382. He entered the cell and presented the letter to the aristocrat. 狱卒走进牢房,将信交给贵族。 383. But the copy he gave him had not been written out in full as usual. 但这回狱卒给贵族的信没有像往常那样把全文写全, 384. It was simply a blank sheet of paper. 而是一张白纸。 385....
"Reading between the lines of his letter I know he hates it over there, but he's sticking it out because..." She blushed a little and Bateman, with the grave smile which was so attractive in him, finished the sentence for her. "Because he loves you." "It makes me feel so humbl...
The home repair TV show star and his guests await a devilish dessert delivery from Jake and Ellie—who arrive just after Hank’s body falls to his death from the house’s turret’s balcony. Despite his show’s popularity, Hank was not exactly beloved in Eastport, prompting the police to ...
his first after-sermon cigarettein one hand, me in the otherI bounce with glee upon his kneeas he sings to mefarsical versions of nursery rhymes,each one ending with“and they threw it out the window”and my predictive gigglesfollowed by his laugha loud, raspy, rambunctious roarbursting ...
Standingatthelake’sedge,Ithrewmylineontothesmooth-as-glasswaterofPoliceOutpostLake,lostinmyownthoughts. I’dlearnedtofishfrommydad.Hehadtaughtmetofishalone,insilence.Hehadbeenafishandwildlifeofficerwithgreatpassionforhisjob,especiallythepartwhereheprotectednaturefromhumans.HehadshowedmeeverythingIknewabout...