Power Of Ten 소설 & 이야기

“Emmm, I don’t know, but I guess the best option for me is to acquire a tenured professorship in the same field.” “So you mean, the best job prospect for humanities students is to be a professor who will, in return, admit more students in this major to keep yourself busy and employed?” “Emm, yes? Recruiting students is what tenured professors do, I guess.” Miss Irwin shrugs. “I don’t see why there is a problem.” “With due respect, miss. For me as an investor, keep luring newcomers to get the older ones paid, this sounds like a textbook Ponzi scheme.”

I looked up and saw all eyes on me, soaking in every word, I smiled and looked back at my notes, “After all these, Victor Ejiofor dropped a note, “Over the course of two months, I have studied the meditations of the stoics so as to achieve peace and perhaps unlock a single encompassing rule to mental development. I wouldn’t call myself a master but one rule was most emphasized, “As often as you can remind yourself of the things that you can control and the things you can’t, when you dedicate your mental power to the former, things might not necessarily get better but their effects would bother you a lot less. When this happens, you might find peace or some semblance of it.” I let out a breat

"You couldn't tolerate me showing Elena even the slightest affection, yet you can accept Vito sleeping with another woman? "It's only been a few months, and you already love him this much? What am I then? What about our ten years together?" I gave a soft, mocking laugh. "Ten years didn't stop you from changing the moment Elena appeared. So what right do you have to question me?" I closed my eyes, my face twisting as if in pain. After a long pause, I spoke again. "Come with me to see Vito one last time. After that, I'll give him up completely."

"Your wife? You won't divorce her? Do you know how ridiculous you sound, Chester Ford? When in the past 10 years have you ever treated her as your wife? What have you done for her besides humiliate her? "Now that Luna's gone, she's lost the one thing tying her down. Do you still intend to chain her down with such things? You're completely delusional, Chester Ford!"

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Stanley said shortly. They began talking while each and every shared their thoughts until Stanley's name was heard from the entrance which gripped him almost instantly. As it was the face he had seen ten years ago , even though it has totally changed compared to ten years ago , he could still recognize the face and the voice. Stanley was still seated as his mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know what was happening at that particular moment until he was roughly pulled up by her. "Stanley it been ten years"Stanley could hear the angelic voice in his head but before he could react , soft lips collided with his lips, making him get glued In that particular spot.

Ten is just such a nice, round number. Or maybe…twelve… THE END

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

I thought you could save yourself…" "You thought?" She cut him off with a mocking laugh. "So you sacrificed me without hesitation." "We were together for ten years," he said, eyes reddened. "You know what kind of man I am. How could I ever want you dead? Are you really going to erase everything between us over this one mistake?" Mabel looked at him with pity and ridicule. "Yes. Ten years. "It took me ten years to finally see clearly. "In your eyes, I was nothing more than a pawn you could sacrifice for the family's interests."

“This is your ticket out of here.” “What the fuck are you talking about? You want me to swallow a pill and then what?” My stomach tightens. Hopefully it’s not poison. “Strychnine,” he says simply, slipping it into the chest pocket of my prison uniform. “Causes violent muscle spasms and convulsions. High doses are deadly. But a small one, like this, will incapacitate without killing.” “And your plan is?” I ask, brow raised, watching his eyes flick toward the cameras.