Short Stories 55 Words Mga Nobela at Kwento

There's no way I'm telling my best friend his only purpose was to die. Stepping on the brakes, Zeke parked right behind the base. The base itself wasn't too big; it was dim and seemingly old, as if the building was abandoned. A forest encompassed half of the building, and the other half was covered in the night. I looked at Zeke before hopping out of the car and and silently closing the door. As he did the same, I slowly crept up towards the base.

The Former Philippines thru Foreign Eyes ^ Cooper, Matthew (November 15, 2013). "Why the Philippines Is America's Forgotten Colony". National Journal. Retrieved January 28, 2015. c. At the same time, person-to-person contacts are widespread: Some 600,000 Americans live in the Philippines and there are 3 million Filipino-Americans, many of whom are devoting themselves to typhoon relief.

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] Now, let me tell you a story. • Once upon a time , there was a little girl named Daisy. She was smart and bubbly and full of life. When it came to expressing her feelings and thoughts, she lacked a little; because she cared too much about what others would feel and maybe they would get a wrong impression of her. Though she was just 10, she was very thoughtful and considerate. So, whenever she had anything to say to her friends or family, which was hard to get off her chest, she use to write letters. The letters used to be the specific people and she would let go of her through her words. She felt safe, relaxed and far from the fear of being misunderstood. The letters were her comfort zone

Martha rushed to her five year old daughter whose gaze was fixed on the stranger in the room. “Is he my daddy?” The five year old Natasha asked. Bernard and Martha stared at each other in disbelief, both of them more than ready to set the record straight. “Now why were you trying to kill yourself?” Martha later asked Bernard that night after putting Natasha to sleep.

Goldie says, "I can understand little… I need more… “ “I just need… a teacher. Yes, a teacher.” Goldie ponders on his words, “You…” “It really was them…” Katcha mindlessly mutters as she proceeds to decipher the words that seemed like they were written by a 5-year-old. “TARGET, WARNING SHOT, ORDER HIT, SOMEONE CLOSE, KACHA” Then another group of words scribbled over with other versions with that same word. “SOMTHING” with an “E” written above the "M" and the "T"

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Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

The clink of crystal on wood was loud in the quiet room. "I will pay you ten thousand dollars to stay the weekend." My heart stopped. Literally stopped. I felt the pause, the skip, the rush of blood afterward. "What?" "The weekend. My estate. Three hours north of here. You will leave tonight. You will return Sunday evening. You will do everything I say." "Everything?" "Everything." He uncrossed his legs. Leaned forward. His elbows rested on his knees. His face was close to mine now. "Your safeword is 'red.' If you say it, I stop immediately. No questions. No consequences. You leave with your money."

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