American Novels & Stories

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated

He said that with his Alpha voice, but it had no effect on me. He’s so stupid I could see the rejection had an impact on him. I jerked my hair back from Amy and held my head high, “I, Phoenix Greeley accept your rejection Gael Ryker, with pleasure.” I don’t know how I walked away from him when he was on the ground holding on to Amy watching me walk away.

homestay) for traditional hospitality services and these online booking applications could be the new threat to the hotel chains (Salvioni, 2016). Take Airbnb as an example. Airbnb describes itself as “a trusted community marketplace for people to list, discover, and book unique accommodations around the world” (Airbnb.co.uk, 2018). This self-positioning is a good representative of Airbnb’s greatest merits and what general hotel chains missed: personalization and diversity. Airbnb can provide authentic family hotel rooms so that the customer may truly experience local characteristics. Homestay also suits for customer that tends to make acquaintance with local residents. Moreover, if the acco

Us? Oh, no!

A cool breeze is blowing and if feels so pleasant. "So, where do you live?" I ask her. "I live in Clovis, what about you?", she asks in return. "Oh, I live in Madera" I tell her. "Really, I have a cousin who lives there" she says smiling. "I have a friend who lives in Clovis" I tell her returning her smile. "Oh, really but I don't know much people there because I just moved there from San Jose this year" she says. "Oh, so you live alone in Clovis?" I ask her.

Goodbye. ****

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Cadence mentioned, turning back to Andrew. “Nah, around here, you kinda need to hide it,” Andrew answered, letting his true accent come through.” “Hmmm, maybe I should start talking with a weird accent to confuse all of you,” Cadence muttered. “You don’t think your Midwest accent is weird?” Christian asked. “Be nice!” Cadence warned, glaring at him. “We are the breadbasket of America.” “I think you mean ‘Merica,” Christian laughed, eliciting a glare.

I wake up to the sound of my phone calling the Adhan; I can't believe it's morning already. I get up to observe Fajr (morning) prayers and go back to sleep. I wake up a few hours later, dress up and go to the gym. I can't wait for this year to be over; I am finally going to be done with university. I am in my final year of studying software engineering at California State University, Fullerton.

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